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"We once were Angels ourselves, you know. A long time ago, before the Flood. We were the Legion of the Grigori, which means "the Watchers", and we were sent to Earth from Heaven in the time after mankind's first Fall. In the lands of Nod, we were to watch over the children of Adam and Eve, freshly cast out of Eden, the first mortals. Though they had fallen, still God loved them. Some people have all the luck.

For a long while, we watched them, guided them. In their dreams we spoke to them, teaching them ways to survive in the wide cruel World. And we came to love them, our helpless charges. We grew more bold in our teachings, granting visons, visitations, coming into their very homes and giving them our secrets. Secrets of the written word, of fire and steel, of agriculture, mathematics, and sciences of this world which we had helped to build in its infancy.

But we were punished for our audacity. These creatures were not for us; they were God's children, not ours. We had gone too far, it shames me to admit; living among them, teaching them secrets they were not meant to know... even lying with them, fathering bastard children by them. Finally, God summoned us before Him, and we were made to pay for our crimes, and we were ashamed. Cast out of Heaven, we were to be trapped forever in this World of Clay. Not as Angels, but as Fallen, bound to bodies of flesh and bone, our ties to the Symphony broken, our minds clouded so that we could not remember our divine origins. Lifetime after lifetime we were to be born as mortals, live, grow old and die, only to be reborn again and again. Trapped in this cycle forever, never again to see Heaven, for all eternity. And so it was.

...until something went wrong. Over the centuries, we began to awaken. Slowly, one by one, in far scattered places, we underwent a Reckoning. Fresh from our most recent mortal lifetimes, we regained our memories, and with them our immortality, plus a small amount of our former power. But there was no freedom. Still were we bound to the World of Clay, and the voice of God was silent in our hearts. Even in death, we found ourselves back in the World, our bodies remade each time. Without direction, alone, we began to find one another and debate our situation. Some of us came to believe that our Reckoning was a chance to redeem ourselves and thus be allowed back into Heaven, calling themselves Divine. Others had become angry with God, and wished to spite him for what he had done to us, calling themselves Infernal. Still others believed that God had turned away from the World, and that we must make the best of our punishment, and called themselves Deistical.

For centuries, the Divine and the Infernal made war upon one another, while the Deistical stayed out of the conflict. Then the Last Crusade came upon us all. In recent times, only a few short years ago, true Angels of Heaven and Devils of Hell began to return to the World of Clay, for the first time since ancient days. These Angels did not come to grant the Divine their redemption, nor the Devils to aid the Infernal in their revenge. They came to slaughter us all; a True Death, after which we know not what becomes of our spirits. They are sworn to destroy all of the Fallen, unto the last of us. And even now, we do not know why.

And so the Deistical brought us all together under a Truce and a rule of Law, that we call the Codex. Together, regardless of Conviction, we fight for our very survival in a world gone mad. Heaven does not sing to us. Hell will not take us. Our brothers of long ago are now our implacable foes. And still we squabble and disagree among ourselves, but must go on, or we all shall perish. God's Kingdom is Come, at last, and we know not what he intends for us, for he is beyond our reach. We only know that we want to survive."