When The Black Sun Rises The Watchers Will Subdue Earth

They were once known as angels — beings of light, sent to observe and guide. But the ancients called them something else: The Watchers. Their story is buried in forbidden scrolls and half-burned apocryphal texts — books exiled from holy canon, too dangerous to be read aloud. They descended not from heaven, but from the stars, clothed in brightness that burned the eyes of men. They came in silence, and they never left.

The Book of Enoch speaks of them: 200 beings who gazed upon the daughters of men and chose lust over loyalty. They descended upon Mount Hermon, swearing a pact sealed in blood. But their rebellion was not just of the flesh — it was of forbidden knowledge. The Watchers taught humans warcraft, the art of enchantment, how to control fire, summon spirits, and twist metals into weapons. They cracked open the secrets of heaven and poured them into the minds of mankind. And something else poured in with it.

But their punishment was terrible. Cast into the abyss, the Watchers were buried under the weight of mountains and oceans, sealed in prisons of darkness until the end of days. Or so the legends claim. Yet even now, strange signs point to their influence: mutilated cattle with organs removed cleanly, inhuman figures caught on forest cameras, strange lights hovering where no craft should be. Witnesses report dreams of tall beings with no irises, voices like static, and symbols etched into the sky.

Some believe the Watchers are awakening — whispers rise from deep military bunkers, where classified documents speak of encounters not with aliens, but with tall, pale entities who know too much of mankind. Governments won’t speak of them. Religious authorities won't name them. But underground cults do. In secret cathedrals and remote desert chambers, they chant to the old names: Azazel. Sariel. Semjaza.

The Watchers have not forgotten what was taken from them — the earth, their children, their dominion. They wait in the shadows of our minds, in the silence between thoughts. And when the final seals crack, when the veil thins just enough… they will not return as guardians, but as judges.