She trembled violently but nodded like an obedient little girl.
"Then." I said, standing back up. "Tell about the whole watcher thing."
Helena remained silent as she sat quietly with her head down.
If I wasn't aware of her true nature, I would have found her current condition pitiful.
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'I know right.'
Annoyed, I rubbed my face while I leaned back on the desk.
"Stop your drama Helena." I spoke coldly. "And answer ."
She took in a deep breath before she slowly stood up.
Her veil was hanging from her head, making her galaxy eyes clear.
"You don't know how to treat won—."
"You are working with Esray." I cut her off. "Just be glad I am not killing you."
She closed her eyes and gained back her composure.
"The day you killed the demigods…." She spoke softly. "The boundary that separated Pleroma and Lumina cracked slightly."
I frowned upon the knowledge.
Back then, I did have an idea that sothing had happened but I was too busy to look into it.
"Let guess." I spoke rubbing my chin. "The Primordial Gods sent Watchers through it?"
She hesitated before she nodded her head gently.
"They spread into three groups after arriving." She continued. "Those sent by Elohim are within the church, I don't know about the rest."
From what I know, these Watchers are just higher ranked angels but with much more personality and strength.
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'Hm, what do you an?'
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"Are they Old Watchers?" I asked, looking at her.
Helena's eyes widened but she quickly got a hold of her emotions.
"Y-yes." She spoke softly. "So of them are Old Watchers."
'Inna?'
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'Wait, so the Old Watchers were made by the Creator God?'
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I nodded but then I found a really obnoxious thing sticking in my mind.
'When the Creator God died the rest of the Primordials should be weak…. couldn't the Watchers just kill them?'
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I scoffed. 'To fear his own creation, what a coward.'
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