Demons won't let me sleep

The woman admitted her ignorance of The Fallen God. Archon nodded slowly, "That is fine. His influence is only just spreading to these lands."

The woman's eyes met his and Archon held her gaze steadily, his aqua eyes unblinking and unchallenging. He was relaxed, poised. He knew his worth and she could study or stare at him all day and Archon wouldn't feel the need to retaliate.

"I recognize many gods, Archon," Kerrigan said.

"There are many to recognize," Archon agreed.

"I see them in the souls of others; I see one within you. There is no doubt that you are, indeed, a nephilim."

"Indeed, I am."

"Do you have the time to teach me of your lineage and fallen god, sire?"

"Absolutely," Archon said, his eyes glittering.

"Though there are many gods, ours was above all others. Ambitious and steadfast in his decisions, the lower gods had reason to be jealous. Over time immeasurable by our terms, they became discontent. They banded together. Though my God is powerful, there is still power in numbers. While he wasn't completely defeated, he was cast down into the mortal realm."

Archon looked to see if the woman was still listening.

"His fall caused destruction in this realm. Illness, war, and death ran rampant. We, the Fallen Angels, are tasked with spreading his name, through whatever means necessary. All must know how he was wronged, feel his wrath, and bow to his glory. In order to accomplish this, we must keep our lineage strong. We please The Fallen God and he keeps us and our offspring strong until we are able to join him in the godly realm."