The Book of Enoch
Loki leaned back in his chair, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across his face. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Ah, the Book of Enoch," he began, his voice smooth and compelling. "Now, there's a tale to send shivers down mortal spines. It speaks of a time when the heavens themselves took an interest in Earth, when angels, the Watchers, descended and shared their knowledge with humanity. But as with all gifts from on high, there came a price."
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You see, these Watchers, they didn't just observe—they interfered. They taught men forbidden arts and whispered secrets best left untold. They fell in love with mortal women and fathered children—the Nephilim, giants with strength and knowledge beyond comprehension."
Loki’s eyes gleamed as he continued. "The Nephilim were more than mere beings; they were a force, a blend of divine power and human ambition. But the heavens frowned upon such unions. The Watchers were cast down, bound in darkness, and the Nephilim... well, they were not to be."
He paused, letting the weight of the tale settle before adding with a sly grin, "But stories, like shadows, have a way of lingering, don’t they? Some say the Watchers still walk among us, hidden in plain sight, their influence woven into the very fabric of 4EverMore."
Loki’s voice softened, teasing the edges of curiosity. "And perhaps, just perhaps, the Nephilim were never truly gone. Maybe, in the hidden corners of our world, they bide their time, waiting for the moment to reclaim what was lost."
He leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "But that’s a tale for another time, isn’t it, mortals?"
Before Loki could bask too long in his storytelling prowess, a slow, deliberate clap echoed through the Immortal Gazette studio. Alice Blackthorn sauntered in, her crimson lips curled into a playful smirk, the red roses of her attire seeming to shimmer in the dim light.
"Oh, Loki," she drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "always the one for dramatic flair. Giants, fallen angels, forbidden knowledge—it's all so... quaint."
She circled him like a cat playing with its prey, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. "But let's not forget the real intrigue here, hmm? The Watchers—bound and cast into darkness? How utterly poetic. But, if we're being honest, isn't it far more delicious to think they might still be around, pulling strings, whispering secrets into the ears of the unsuspecting?"
Alice leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And the Nephilim... oh, the thought of those mighty beings lurking in the shadows, waiting to rise again. Tell me, Loki, do you truly believe they're gone? Or is it just another layer of your intricate web of lies and half-truths?"
She stepped back, her laughter filling the room like the sound of wind chimes in a storm. "Either way, I do love a good story, especially one that leaves more questions than answers. Don’t you agree, mortals?"
With a final, enigmatic smile, Alice took her seat, leaving the air thick with anticipation for what might come next.
