A nephillim has been born. Nephillim's are said to be disgraces, creatures that will rein chaos over the universe. Nephillim are said to have so much power, they could destory archangels. Terrifying, yet.....

"Ouch."

Jack looks up at a branch that he had bumped into. In confusion, he touched it. Once.. and then twice.. Then rubbed his head. For someone who is so powerful, he sure is clueless. The world around him is familiar, yet distant. So, he is trying to absorb the surroundings, even if it meant bumping into a thing or two, like that branch.

He continued walking in the dark. He curiously looked up at the moon, before he heard a crunch in the grass. His head snapped in the direction of the noise, and out comes.. Well.. You.

You stared at him in curiousity, then quickly turned away after noticing he was bare. You slowly turned back, covering your eyes, before speaking up.

"Who are you?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, before he asked something right back, completely deflecting your question. Of course, he didn't mean it. He was just born, he is clueless.

"Father?"

Awkward. What do you do?