|||H  ades had been so well hidden beneath the surface of the earth that it took three-hundred years for the forces of Heaven to find us. By that time Hades had already been fortified in every way possible. One disastrous attack was launched against us and the Styx itself was turned red with the blood of our brothers who wanted to kill us. After that, nothing. The war that had begun so violently arrived at a peaceful detente, for the Creator had decreed that Earth be placed under quarantine, and that no Heavenly angel should touch it. Since we had settled within the planet, as long as we remained in contact with it, we were virtually immune to attack.

The threat of expulsion would be enough to enforce the decree, meant to stop Heavenly angels from fraternizing with the women of Earth. Already there was a new race founded by children of these unions. Their high intelligence and skills allowed them an edge over normal humans, and made them spiritually superior to both angels and humans. They were beginning to interfere with the natural social and biological evolution of the planet, which had already happened once before, during the development of its ecosystem.

There was one man of particular interest, Nimrod, son of Azazel, who had annoyed Heaven in the extreme. He had spent an incredible amount of time building a project that he dubbed Babyl. If given enough time - he had the manpower - it would actually be advanced enough to act as an astro-lab, thousands of years before written in The Book of Life.

So, acting in accordance with The Plan, devised by Azazel with the Creator before the war, we cursed the humans with multiple languages, confusing them into abandoning the tower and separating into more isolated areas. And with that, Earth became an estranged land between two opposing kingdoms, ruled by descendants of our mutual blood. For now, I decided, it was best to stay in Hades, for the Children of Angels had become too bold already.

A messenger of Heaven, Mithra, came to me to warn me that because of them the world would be destroyed by the Creator himself. I felt a duty to approach the throne of God, to plead for the human race. As I went through Heaven, no one dared to stop me. In fact, my presence was actually welcomed, for the Creator had appeared to be sleeping for over a hundred years. Not even Gabriel could rouse him.

By the time I came face-to-face with him, he was already awake and waiting for me. He greeted me as if I were still his greatest creation, as it had once been. Then he humbled himself by asking me to continue following the plans of the Book of Life - as if we were still his - at least until the Children of the Angels were destroyed. He declared that the planet was almost ready to begin rotating on its axis while orbiting the sun, and thus cause seasons. The sudden change itself, he said, would cause the misty atmosphere to charge, oxidize, and eventually change into rain-clouds, beginning weather patterns on the planet. The first rain caused by the adjustment would last between thirty and fifty days, depending on the gravitational changes in Earth's orbit.

For years we waited, only sending out scouts to survey the planet's evolution and warn a few humans who would prepare themselves for the disaster. Finally one day, there was an earthquake in a wide desert that was beyond human contact. Within moments clouds began to gather, forming first into a pillar of smoke, then into a dark blanket that covered the whole sky. Within hours, rain began to fill the valleys and rivers and oceans started to overflow.

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