Where Angels Fear to Tread:

Simone’s Notes:

"Nephilim" probably derives from the Hebrew root npl, "to fall" which also includes "to cause to fall" and "to kill, to ruin". The Brown-Driver-Briggs Lexicon gives the meaning as "giants" Robert Baker Girdlestone argued the word comes from the Hiphil causative stem. Adam Clarke took it as passive, "fallen", "apostates". Ronald Hendel states that it is a passive form "ones who have fallen", equivalent grammatically to paqid "one who is appointed", asir, "one who is bound", etc. A possible connection with fallen-ness may exist in the fallen warriors of Ezekiel 32:27, where a change to the Massoretic Text reading gibborim nophelim would produce the reading gibborim nephilim. As the text stands "And they shall not lie with the fallen mighty of the uncircumcised, which are gone down to the grave with their weapons of war:", but this could become the gibborim nephilim of the uncircumcised. In Genesis 6:4 they are described as "ancient warriors, the men of renown". In Numbers 13:32-33 they are a race of giants native to Canaan. The two are tied together by Genesis 6:4, "the nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also after," and most later compositions and translations, including the Septuagint, therefore understand the nephilim to be giants. The nature of the nephilim is complicated by the ambiguity of Genesis 6:4, "the sons of God joined with the daughters of humankind, who bore them children - they were the ancient warriors, the men of renown." Richard Hess in The Anchor Bible Dictionary takes it as read that the nephilim are the offspring, as does P. W. Coxon in Dictionary of deities and demons in the Bible.

Hughes stared in the mirror at himself. Void. They had raped his soul. Two weeks ago, he saw something that he had not ought to. Manami and the succubi were in a ritual of some sort. They saw him and now he had to pay the price.

They held him in the apartment until three in the morning. The Fallen Princess smirked at him in that hour.

“Now, you can go,” she said. Hughes complied, pale as paper and almost soulless. His brain was too shaken up to grasp what had happened at the time. Whatever happened had scarred and killed something deep down inside.

He came home to a worried Gracia.

“Honey!” she exclaimed. “Where have you been? I was worried sick about you. I called Headquarters and they said you hadn’t shown up. I think to call Mustang and…” Hughes didn’t say a word. He walked past her in a daze. His wife looked on with a lump in her throat.

“Maes?” she asked. He didn’t speak into the next day either. Everyone around him had questions of why. Even Mustang wondered why his friend wasn’t bragging about his wife and daughter like he normally did.

“Did something happen last night?” he asked as he tried to pat his friend on the shoulder.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” the man snapped. Mustang blinked at him.

“Maes?” he asked. The other man fixed his mouth shut as he sank back into his seat.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he mumbled. It kept building from there. This morning added another weight to the brewing problem. Two little words that spiraled the proud husband and father into a panic storm.

“I’m pregnant,” Gracia told him. Usually, he would be over the moon that Elyisha would have a new brother or sister. But, this didn’t feel right. This pregnancy felt… Hughes threw his hand over his mouth again.

I think I’m going to be sick!, he thought once again. The cycle had reset itself for another long day again.

Still, that wasn’t the only thing in a jam.

Syd, Ella, Leon, and Gemma all sat around in the kitchen of Syd and Ella’s apartment. Ella unrolled the chart against the wall. Her man walked over to it.

“We have a setback,” he announced. “Janine has gone missing.”

“How?” Leon asked.

“Those bastards took her,” the leader explained. “We believe that she is going to be broken into her true half-breed nature.”

“However, due to the amount of drugs blocking her from tasting blood,” Ella added on. “This will time them some time. Good for us; that will give us some time to track her down.” The other couple stared on at her.

“How?” Gemma asked.

“And where?” Leon questioned. Syd held up his hand.

“Ah!” he said. “Two years ago, I have put a tag chemical in her blood. This will allow us to find her if she ever left her confinement.”

“How accurate is it?” the other man challenged.

“It’s a prototype,” the leader replied. Leon’s face dropped.

“Has it even been tested?” he asked.

“Never mind that now!” Syd snapped. “It’s all we got at the moment.”

“Easy now,” Ella said. “Find Janine first, argue like idiots later.” Syd looked at her with eyes like a serpent.

“What did you just say woman?” he hissed. His dojin threw her hands up in the air.

“Just saying,” she replied. Syd calmed down some.

“Anyway,” he said. “We have work to do. Everyone back up.” The other deities complied. Syd sank down to the ground on his knees. Ella handed him a brush and ink and he got to work. The leader painted a transmutation circles on the kitchen, held his hand over it, and began chanting. The crimson ink gave a cold, hazy glow with each word. Everyone watched and waited. In a minute, Syd snapped his eyes open.

“There!” he said. “Follow me!” He teleported out of the kitchen with the others following behind in the hope for their trump card to turn this black hole around.

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