Rise of The Fallen
Ok, well now that changed things a bit, the old man had a network of spies, did he?
“What do you mean research into things?” I was exceedingly curious as to what research he was doing. What research could he do? Shamshiel opened his mouth to answer but was cut off as a female Nephilim approached. She was tall, almost as tall as Shamshiel and her long brown hair was wavy and hung to her waist. Her eyes, like all of his offspring, were a bright gold and I looked away quickly; not wanting to injure my eyes.
“Usel” he greeted simply. She nodded.