"The land that we have gone through as spies is a land that devours its inhabitants; and all the people that we saw in it are of great size. There we saw the Nephilim and to ourselves we seemed like grasshoppers, and so we seemed to them." - Numbers 13:32-33

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{Current Day. Mount Morta

Subway Shuttle Station 9:55PM}

Intercom Voice: "Shuttle from Mount. Decima, Residential District to Mount. Morta, Government District approaching!

This is a shuttle departing to a restricted district!

Have your proper form of identification ready for clearance before entering!

Please stand clear of the doorway and if there is no available seating, please hold on to a handrail for your personal stability and passenger safety while the shuttle is in motion!

Thank you and have a blessed night..."

HFF Soldier: "No need General.

Have a good night!

Nephilim: "You as well, Donald!

Stay safe tonight and tell your lovely wife I said ’I hope her pregnancy is going well."

There is the sound of air brakes locking in place, right before the metal doors in front of Nephilim slide open.

HFF Officer: "Thank you General Nephilim, it is truly appreciated."

After a small quick neck bow, the respected General steps into the empty shuttle.

The transportation doors slide back together without anyone else entering the same late night train and the lonely passenger sits by himself in the back corner.

Four friendly tones signal the use of the intercom from inside the cart.

Intercom Voice: "All passengers be aware, this transport shuttle reaches speeds up to 100 miles per hour(~120kmh).

While in motion, please stay seated or hold on to the handrail and do not try to move or walk around, in the case of the need for an emergency stop."

The muffled *SCCHHRR* of the airbrakes deflating is heard and the "speed shuttle starts creeping incrementally along it’s railway.

From inside the caboose, the man with a mysterious past life and backstory, is leaning back in his cushion seat, but then he peeks at his right hip.

He is accidentally exposing from underneath his shirt, a concealed Glock that is holstered.

Without putting his shirt back over to hide the firearm, the General hunches over, and he stares at the shiny, waxed floor in front of him.

From underneath his seat, a small, harmless spider scurries along the floor, and between both of the rider’s planted shoes.

Instead of killing the harmless creature, Nephilim watches the arachnid as it moves away to the other side of the cart.

Nephilim(thinking): *As someone trying to do the same thing, thanks for getting rid of the world’s pests, Little Guy.*

The speed of the mountain subway has exponentially increased, and Nephilim is looking at his own mirroring reflection in the glass.

The tunnel’s walls pass by as he is focusing on his remaining red iris in his left eye socket.

Almost like he is remembering a memory, the echoes of his younger voice clutter his thoughts.

Y. Nephilim Voice: *Mommy! Mommyyy!

Where are you!

Help me, please Mammaaaaa!

I’m sorry! I don’t want to be here without you!"

*DARKNESS*

MaMa Nephilim: "Nephilim, NO!"

Y. Nephilim Voice: "...I hope this isn’t your only form of humbling repentance and my father gets to beat your ass for an eternity in Hell too."

Fat Cop Voice: "Peeshh dowwn’t, I’mmm shho-"

*BANG* *BANG*...*BANG BANG*...*BANG*

{About two and a half decades before Leviathan’s Invasion}

[Location: Unknown]

There is the heavy breathing of a woman that can be heard.

Natural, pre-apocalypse snow is gently falling over the unknown urban city.

Two sets of legs, a woman’s and a child’s, wearing dirty, tattered clothing, are running through the dark, snow coated streets.

The echoing sirens from different police vehicles can be heard in the distance, in multiple directions.

With the recently slain cop’s firearm still clutched in his small, blood splatted right hand, the 10 year old Nephilim, with both his red eyes, has his mother’s grip around his small wrist. She is pulling him in a retreat from the crime scene her son committed.

There is not a single sign of emotion on the young murderer’s stone stuck face.

His broken hearted mother on the other hand, is crying and gasping for air while trying to escape from being seen by anyone with her guilty child. Not knowing he is still holding the murder weapon.

Floating above the city buildings, looking from a high vantage point, there is a search helicopter.

The mother and son run between two buildings, right before a scoping cop car, blue lights flashing, turns a corner and slowly cruises down the same street.

The authority vehicle comes to a stop and a blinding flood light attached to car, shines down the alley way/possible hiding spot.

However, the two fugitives have already turned another corner at the end of the unconventional alley and the cop continues his search.

The young Nephilim is having no trouble keeping up with his out of breath mother and in a monotoned voice, he talks to her while they continue their city weaving evasion.

Nephilim: "Why are we running from anyone, Mama?

I’ll stop them all, if it means I’m protecting you, Mama..."

The frantic and hysterical woman doesn’t respond and they keep running, only stopping and redirecting course when flashes of blue lights are spotted on the buildings in their path.

Unfortunately, they are barely spotted by a searching vehicle and the same young officer who was partners with the killed superior, gets on the CB radio.

Officer: "’Light Trap’ successful!

Possibly both suspects were just seen heading towards ’Perry Pond’ on foot.

One woman, mid 30s and one child, no older than 12.

Both suspects are wearing torn and dirty clothing.

I repeat, the ’Light Trap’ has two individuals on foot, moving towards ’Perry Pond’.

Recommending all officers go dark and dispatch to the location."

Now, without the bright blue lights giving away their position, the on the run family is completely spotted by a tucked in, hidden police vehicle, as the mom and son enter one of the troubled city’s project communities and the officer on duty follows.

Officer 2: "Confirmed.

One woman and a child holding a gun, spotted running into ’Perry Pond’!

The suspects are armed and making an escape through the Perry Pond Projects!"

A gang tag is spray painted on the back of the pressed metal sign the "suspects " run by.

It reads "Perry Pond Project Development & Community. Funded Graciously & In Memory of Perry LePlattly."

After passing by a group of the developments low income residences, in the middle of the projects, the mother pulling her son along stops and hurries to the door to one of the shared homes.

Nephilim’s mother rings the doorbell twice and she doesn’t stop knocking until someone cracks the door open without showing their face. Before any voice comes from the other side of the door...

MaMa Nephilim: "Please, Azazel, there’s no time for me to explain!

Please, let my son in and hide him!

I’ll take the blame for his crime!"

In the background behind her, the headlights of multiple cars can be seen entering the lower class housing development.

MaMa Nephilim looks back in fear and then tries one last time to plead her case to the mysterious individual she trusts to look after Nephilim.

MaMa Nephilim: "Please Azazel, you’re the only other N-"

Before she can get her desperate request out, the chain lock from the inside is heard sliding free. Reaching out is a muscular arm, with a highly detailed tattoo of a Kraken destroying a ship.

The mother gives over her only son’s wrist, which makes the young boy’s expression quickly and finally change.

Y. Nephilim: "Mama, what-?"

Unable to finish express the curiosity to his mother’s actions, she runs away from him.

She is uncontrollably crying while out of breath from running

Her breathing getting further and further away from the teary red eyed young boy, with a real gun in his hand.

Finally processing the situation before the 10 year old boy can shout out for his mother, he is yanked out of sight and into the entrusted stranger’s home.

*DARKNESS*

[Current Day]

While recounting the night he was separated from his mother, General Nephilim continues looking as far as he can into the glass reflection of his own remaining human eye.

In a commonly used horror movie style troupe, the man moves his head, and from behind his hair, to his absolute astonishment, MamMon DæMon is sitting in the opposite corner, behind him.

In a manner only he can keep under immediate surprise, Nephilim talks to the DæMon through the reflection, calmly.

Nephilim: "Those abilities of yours continue to go beyond my expectations each and every day, Madame MamMon.

So, it seems with Seiõr you don’t need to have a proper form of identification to ride this shuttle?"

Smiling from underneath her hood, the DæMon crosses her legs underneath her black cloak with Money Tree patches scattered all over.

MamMon DæMon: "I could say the same for your renowned composure, Erinyes Nephilim.

Most individuals would have at the very least, turned to make sure their minds weren’t playing tricks on them.

But like most ’Blood-Eyes’, you surely are special, aren’t you, Erinyes Nephilim?"