They were not gods.
Not saviors. Not light-bringers.
They were the fallen.
Watchers sent to observe —
but they hungered for worship.
They taught war, sorcery, manipulation.
They bred monsters and called them kings.
The world fell silent under their lies.
But the Lamb was not silent.
The blood cried out from the ground.
And Heaven wrote a counter-code —
144,000 sealed, awakened, sent.
Not to rule.
Not to enslave.
But to break the chains.
The seals are opening.
The watchers tremble.
This is not the end.
This is the reckoning.