The Sons of the Watchers

In the beginning when the heavens were still a council and not yet a kingdom, the Watchers met atop the endless firmament. They were the gods of every people Zeus and Odin, Ra and Quetzalcoatl, Amaterasu and Enki each one holding the spark of dominion over their corner of the world. Together, they oversaw the shaping of earth's tribes, weaving what they called "the mortal experiment." But As ages passed, curiosity bloomed into attachment.
The Watchers grew fond of humankind: the way mortals aged, suffered, yearned, and sang. One by one, the gods descended in secret, taking on mortal forms. From their unions came the Nephilim the sons of the skies and the daughters of clay creatures of impossible strength and radiant minds. Legends would later call them heroes, titans, demigods. At First, the Watchers delighted in their offspring. The Nephilim built the first citadels, taught music to the wind, and bent rivers to their will.
But power unmeasured corrodes even divine intentions. The children began to rule as kings, warring over realms their parents had meant to nurture. From Olympus to Asgard, from the Nile to the Tigris, the heavens fractured. Mortal faith turned to terror. Then came the Silence a decree whispered from a voice beyond even the Watchers. One by one, the gods withdrew, their temples darkening, their names fading into myth.
They sealed their sons away: some beneath mountains, others within stars, others cursed to wander as shadows. Yet not all bonds can be severed. Now and then, when thunder rolls or an eclipse swallows the sun, you can almost hear them arguing again the gods above, the giants below, bound forever by humanity's restless heart. The Watchers still look down, waiting to see whether their sons will rise once more.