‎Satan stared at the river while standing still on the river bank like a magnificent statue. She was alone, staring at her own reflection, the face that God gave her, the face that God revealed that her face was the face of billions of women. Her face was the origin, the first ever face with beauty as its only purpose.

‎"Such an unnecessary detail..." Satan muttered, gently caressing her flawless pale cheek until slowly her fingers traced over her sharp jawline and chin. "But that's who He is, loving to see everything in such omnipotence detail..." She tilted her head to the side, feeling her high cheekbones and long perfect nose.

‎Satan was so focused on understanding why her face looked so special to humans and other beings. All the demons envied her beauty, humans worshiped her beauty, and angels couldn't stop staring at her back when she was still in God's kingdom.

‎"Hmm?" Satan raised her brows slightly, her lazy almond eyes staring at the school of fish, staring at her. "What adorable creatures..." She muttered under her breath as she bent her knees, squatting and reaching her hand out to the fish.

‎The moment Satan's fingers touched the water, in an instant all the fish turned sideways and floated. She just killed every fish in the river all the way to the lake or where the water source came from. Her fingers alone had caused corruption, destroying and killing all the ecosystems that existed in the water.

‎"Poor creatures..." Satan chuckled mischievously as she pulled her fingers from the river. "I didn't mean to take your life away, all of you attracted something that you shouldn't..." She muttered, as she stood up and had enough of staring at her reflection.

‎When Satan turned around, Kiel, Nemu, and Deja, standing still with their heads lowered. They knew they had heard everything she muttered, and they all confessed when she embraced them when they all lost hope and purpose. She was a perfect being that God ever created, nothing could change their view about her, she wasn't beautiful, she was the beauty itself that God created.

‎"Looks like everyone is already here?" Satan approached them. Her long black gown that got dragged on the ground made her look like she was floating rather than walking when she moved. "Have you brought all of them?" She looked at Deja and Nemu.

‎"We did, Master..." Nemu answered, lowering his head even lower.

‎"Let's create the children you wish to see..." Satan said as she walked past them without any sound, leaving a scent that was uniquely hers.

‎The three of them followed Satan until they all reached the top of the hill. Satan didn't lower her head to look down, she moved her pupils down and stared at the millions of humans that Nemu had brought. The humans that got tricked, betrayed, and soon to be used as food by Satan.

‎The humans were on their knees, begging, praying, and crying when the demons surrounded them. The knights, the warriors, the adventurers, and everyone who had the ability to fight had chosen to throw away their weapons and beg for their lives.

‎Satan swirled her left hand elegantly and in an instant all of the humans collapsed. It became eerily and deafeningly quiet, and slowly their skin, flesh, and organs melted, creating not a pool but a lake of blood that drowned the millions of bones.

‎The blood entered the soil unnaturally quickly until suddenly the ground began to tremble. The sound of bones hit each other, creating music to Satan's ears until the bones slowly combined and turned into colossal bones.

‎"Wake up the children of angels..." Satan muttered as she watched the soil that had turned into mud because it was soaked in blood.

‎The mud slowly moved like slimes, coating the colossal bones. Slowly but surely, the horror turned into three giants, ten times the size of humans. Their red brown skin, their all-black eyes, and their muscular bodies were the creatures that all the Fallen Watchers longed for, the Nephilim. Their whole existence, they had been longing to give birth of their own kind, and this moment, Satan gave them what they wished that God denied, children.

‎"Go, and embrace your children..." Satan said, her calm and relaxed gaze pointed at Kiel, Nemu, and Deja.

‎The three of them kneeled and bowed to Satan for giving them not only one, but three perfect Nephilim. They then flew and landed in front of their children, staring up at them with admiration, awe, and love.

‎When the Nephilim looked at Kiel, Nemu, and Deja, the Nephilim growled gently. The Nephilim reached out their index fingers toward those three. The moment Kiel, Nemu, and Deja touched their children's fingers, they felt a connection, a bond that caused the Nephilim to awaken their potential.

‎‎The skin of the Nephilim that was red slowly turned into the color of ash, hardened and became durable. The Nephilim slowly bent their knees and bowed before Kiel, Nemu, and Deja, accepting them as their parents.

‎"Let them have their feast..." Satan muttered, but her mutter echoed throughout the vast field. "Bring the remaining humans..." She ordered the demons.

‎The demons brought the humans from each nation that they invaded and conquered. The ones that were used as ingredients for creating Nephilim were from the humans that followed Nemu, the ones who had abandoned God and chose to believe in Nemu as their savior, fulfilling the requirements to create the perfect Nephilim.

‎Millions of humans were gathered around Nephilim, and they were trembling in fear. They saw three giants bowing down in front of the masked beings, and they knew something bad would happen to us. They believed that their death was inevitable and would be a gruesome one.

‎"Eat, my child. You need to grow stronger," Kiel said to his Nephilim.

‎"Grow and prove it to me that you're better than these humans," Nemu said to his Nephilim.

‎"I will satisfy your needs," Deja said to his Nephilim.

‎The three Nephilim raised their heads and looked around them where millions of humans were gathered. They began to feel hungry, their stomachs began to grumble, and that made all the humans pale and their knees weak. The moment those Nephilim stood up, the humans collapsed to their knees and started praying to God with their eyes shut.

‎Satan slowly raised her head and stared at the sky. Her eyes were moving from left to right, searching for something until she smiled and chuckled softly.

‎"There's no need to pray, just look at me..." Satan's voice was like a soothing whisper in everyone's ears.

‎Everyone opened their eyes and saw Satan standing in front of them. Their prayers stopped, their eyes focused on her, and their fear suddenly disappeared and was replaced by awe, love, and admiration for her beauty and elegance. Everyone was seeing the illusion of Satan, believing they were the chosen ones and that they were finally saved.

‎At the same time, the three Nephilim began to feast on those humans. They ripped, chewed, and swallowed them, and yet none of them screamed as they were enchanted by Satan's beauty and elegance.

‎"At least I don't make them feel pain..." Satan smiled as she stared at the sky as if she was speaking at someone, a higher being.

"PLEASE GOD! SAVE OUR SOULS FROM EVIL!" An old man's voice echoed throughout the horror.

Kiel, Nemu, Deja, and all the demons that were watching Nephilim eat the humans suddenly turned their heads toward the old man. They were surprised to see a man could break free from Satan's illusion, and shocked them, even Satan was mildly surprised. Satan disappeared and suddenly reappeared in front of the old man, staring down at him with curiosity.

The old man that was praying to God suddenly fell to his back when he saw Satan's face was right in front of his. The old man tried to crawl back, but his leg had given up on him, and tears fell voluntarily because demons began surrounded him with their glowing red eyes.

"You have an admirable devotion to God," Satan muttered as she squatted in front of the old man with a smile on her face.

"Stay away demon! You can't make me lose my way to God!" The old man shouted even though his voice trembled in fear. "God please help us all..." The old man shut his eyes and began his prayer.

Satan giggled as she cupped her cheeks, watching the old man with adoration written on her face. When the demons wanted to kill the old man, Satan raised her hand and the demons immediately flew away.

"Do you want to live?" Satan asked.

The old man's prayer didn't stop, ignoring Satan's question because he believed it was a trap, and he wouldn't fall for it.

"You can leave, you know? And I can promise in the name of God that I won't harm you or any demons," Satan said with a smirk, adoring the old man's devotion.

At that moment the old man stopped praying, shocked when the demon brought God's name and swore on his name. The old man slowly opened his eyes, and saw Satan cupping her own cheeks with a smirk on her face that instantly enchanted him by her beauty.

"Go on, you can leave," Satan smiled gently as she tilted her head. "Tell them what you saw here, warn them what's coming to them," she closed her eyes, smiling and chuckling.

The old man looked around, couldn't believe what he heard, but seeing no demons made a move or paid attention to him, he realized that Satan was telling the truth.

"Just breath, calm yourself down and regain your strength," Satan slightly opened her eyes, staring right into the old man's soul. "I promise we won't hurt you in any way," she nodded her head, assuring the old man.

The old man began to breathe, calming himself down until his legs were no longer weak. He slowly stood up with caution, observing his surroundings and making sure none of them would attack him. Once he could finally move his legs, he slowly took a few steps back, his eyes still moving from one corner to the other. When he was far away, he saw Satan waving at him and that gave chills down his spine until he decided to run as fast as he could.

"Adorable..." Satan giggled as she stood up and turned around, watching the Nephilim feast on the humans, making a mess.