((One part in this is probably PG-13. You'll know it when you see it. You have been warned. Kobaltic collaboration))

Date: [DATA CORRUPTED]
Day 1

Today, we found a small entity at our gates. The guard brought it in, and two guardians immediately took to it, defending it like it was heaven itself. Soon after, the Creator arrived and told us what it was: a nephilim, born of angel and human parents. The latter has yet to be created, but he speaks of them as though they will be the crown of his creation, more like Him than any other creature.

The reason for this creature’s existence remains a mystery, but it does prove that angels and humans will be compatible in some form. Therefore, I will test the extent of this compatibility.

Using a small strand of my own essence and a strand of “deoxyribonucleic acid” from the human currently in development. I don’t intend to use this sample, but rather attempt to create my own sample to use in my experiments.

If I am discovered, my plans will be accelerated significantly. Thus, I must do everything in my power to remain undiscovered.

The scribe sighed as he finished writing, setting aside the scroll and quill. He turned his attention to the things he had summoned for his task: a small vial of glowing golden liquid, and a small vial filled with dark red liquid. Taking the red vial, he stared into it, envisioning the person to be.

"What will become of you?" He thought to himself. "What kind of being will you become?"

Focusing on the substance, he used his power to create a form suited to his work. It lacked life and soul, but possessed the means to hold the power of the Morning Star. When he took the time ethereal essence and combined it with the form, it convulsed and shook before dissolving into dust.

"Of course it would do that." He mumbled to himself. He tried once more, creating a new form, slightly different. Again, he tried to add his essence, again, it dissolved into dust. He felt like throwing the vials.

Then, he tried something different. He knew that the original human would not be the only one, as it did not allow for reproduction, so he envisioned what the next would look like. He felt his own form shift, a lithe and curvy form with two masses on her chest and golden hair that reached her rear. She looked down and was rather surprised. “This is the next human?” she asked before shrugging and rolling with it.

She took the red vial and pressed it against her midsection, against the place where life was to spring forth. The vial passed through to the interior and began to flourish with a form. She couldn’t help but smile as she realized what she was doing.

After an hour, she reached into herself and grasped at the mass within her. Ripping it out, she watched intently as the matter pulled out took its own form: a small boy with hair the color of night and eyes that shone sliver.

She chuckled, her deeds complete and her desire for more realized. She knew what her Creator was holding back, and now she wanted more. But first, she had a child to manage. The boy cried out in fear as soon as he saw his mother, tears flowed down his face. He didn't know who she was, nor did he like being held wrong. “אל תפחד,” she told him. “אני לא אפגע בך.”

The boy looked up at his mother, he stopped crying as soon as he heard her voice. He looked up at her with curiosity in his eyes. She set the child down and crossed her arms, wondering what to call her new creation.

If I’m to make more of the same, each one better than the next… Perhaps this is Mark 0. A mere prototype.

“Marco,” she settled on. “Your name is Marco, and you…” She paused, unsure of what she was to do. She could make her creation a true son, but she could also make him a mere tool, or something else entirely. After a brief moment to think, she made her decision.

“You are my brother. As the scribe of the Creator, I am your superior. You will serve me unquestioningly, but you will not speak of me to anyone. I forbid it.”

Marco merely watched her as she picked him up. “And you will not bother me while I'm working. Or I’m taking your remains and making a replacement.” she threatened. “Do I make myself clear?”

The only response she got from Marco was him reaching out to her hair and grabbing it, he smiled, having not understood what she was saying as he was a baby. She sighed with annoyance. “I forgot what I’m talking to.” She muttered.

All of a sudden, she heard footsteps coming closer to her location. Setting the child down behind a pile of scrolls and reverting to her natural form, the scribe quickly picked up a scroll and tried to look busy.

Marco cooed as he reached out to one of the scrolls at the bottom, grabbing it and making the pile fall over on top of him. He cried out to his “brother” for help, but his cries were barely muffled by the scrolls.

When the knock came, the scribe only answered with a blunt, “Enter.” The door opened, and an angel wearing golden armor entered the room. “Whatever it is you want, Michael, I’m rather busy so make it quick,” the scribe growled.

“It is the sixth day, Lucifer,” Michael calmly replied. “We are to witness the creation of humanity.”

Lucifer nodded, setting down his scroll. “I suppose my work will have to wait. Go on. I have some cleaning up to do, and then I’ll join you.”

Michael nodded, then began to leave. "Actually," Lucifer asked as Michael stopped dead in his tracks. "Will the… child… be there as well?"

"Why wouldn't Alison be there?"

"I just don't feel comfortable around that thing." Lucifer admitted.

"How can a baby nephilim make you uncomfortable?" Michael questioned.

Lucifer turned his head away, glancing at the pile of scrolls. "I didn't like the way she looked at me when she showed up."

"Don't be ridiculous. She's not going to do anything to you. Alison's merely a baby. She can't even pick up a flower." Michael stated. "Let alone a training sword for that matter."

"Just get going. I'll be there soon." Lucifer told him.

The scribe sighed, turning his attention to the pile of scrolls that had fallen. With a wave of his hand, the scrolls floated away, revealing the child underneath. He stared at it for a minute before muttering, “This won’t do…”

Marco merely tilted his head a little bit, seeing how his "brother" looked now. He was confused as to where his "mother" went, which led him to crying again, and it got Michael's attention, who wasn't too far off from the room when he heard the sound.

The scribe quickly created an aura of silence just before Michael poked his head into the room. “What was that?”

“Research,” the devil replied. “Nothing more.”

“What kind of-“

“The boring kind,” the devil interrupted. “I’ll be along shortly.”

Michael glared at Lucifer for a moment before leaving. The scribe sighed with relief and began his work, accelerating the growth of the child and attaching falsified memories as he went. Within a minute, Lucifer stood before a child no taller than his waist. “You’re finally awake,” he commented.

“What?” Marco replied. “I don’t…”

“You passed out for a moment,” the scribe replied. “Everything is alright now. It is the sixth day, and we are to witness the creation of our Creator’s crowning achievement.”

"Oh.." Marco muttered. "Alright.."

"Now then, I must go-"

"Can I come?" Marco interrupted. "I want to see."

“The Creator wanted everyone to witness the event,” the devil replied. “That means you as well. Come along.”

When they arrived, Marco was star-struck with awe at the sight of the blue orb hovering in the sky. It was like a pearl, smooth and bearing no blemishes or imperfections. He could feel life teeming below the azure surface, and he knew it had yet to be completed.

“Let Us make man in Our image,” a loud voice declared, “according to Our likeness; let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth.”

From the ground, a form was created and arose at the command of his Creator. As the angels watched in awe, Marco could not help but see contempt in his brother’s face. He glanced around and saw other angels with unfriendly faces towards the sight of the first human. As the Creator began to wrap up the day’s work, Marco felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Who are you?”

Marco turned and saw another angel, almost as tall as the scribe but wearing silvery armor and holding a baby girl with blond hair and silver eyes, and she was wrapped in a blanket and with a pacifier in her mouth.

"M-Marco.." He replied.

The angel looked like he would’ve crossed his arms if he wasn’t holding a child. “Never heard of you before, Marco.”

"O-Oh…" Marco muttered as he hung his head. He soon felt something grab at his hair, he looked up to see the baby girl holding his hair with one hand.

"Alison, no." The angel scolded. "Let go of his hair."

""Mmph!" Alison said as she grabbed more of it, trying to bring Marco to her.

"Alison. Let go." The angel scolded as he gently grabbed her hand and forced her hand open, making her let go of his hair. 

It was then Alison began throwing a tantrum, taking her pacifier out, she began crying and squirming. 

"Alison please-!" 

Alison then threw her pacifier at Lucifer, hitting him dead on in the back of the head. The devil only took a deep breath, then muttered “I’m not getting paid enough for this.” He then turned around to see the angel with his eyes widened. "Cain, get that thing under control." He ordered.

((You're not getting paid at all.))

“Shut up.”

Marco picked up the pacifier and handed it back to Cain, who immediately gave it back to Alison. "Thank you." he said to Marco. He then turned to Lucifer, asking, "What do you have against Alison?"

"That's none of your business, Cain. Now keep that thing away from me!" Lucifer yelled, which only resulted in Alison crying even harder. "And stop that blasted crying!"

"She's only a baby! She's going to cry! You can't stop a baby from crying."

"Unless you put it down for good-"

"Lucifer!" Michael interrupted. "That's enough! Leave them alone!"

"You stay out of this." Lucifer growled.

"...Brother…?" Marco quietly asked. "Can you please stop yelling..? You're scaring the baby.."

"Wait, 'brother'?" Cain questioned Lucifer. "Last time I checked you didn't have a brother."

"Lucifer, you don't have a brother. I know you don't have one. So where did he come from?" Michael asked.

The scribe crossed his arms. “There are many things the others would not tell you, especially our Creator.” He led Cain aside away from Michael, then continued, “You just heard what They said about making humans in Their image. Do you know what that means?”

"You're looking too deep into every little thing. " Cain told him as he put the pacifier back into Alison's mouth. "Just relax."

"Mmm..!" Alison said as she reached for Lucifer with her tiny hands, her eyes wide with curiosity. 

Lucifer backed away immediately with a look of disgust on his face, keeping his gaze locked on Alison. "Keep her away from me." Lucifer ordered as he walked away, completely forgetting about Marco.

Marco had wandered off, watching the planet rotate, with wide eyes. He was truly amazed at what had been done, and he felt calm just by looking at it. He sat down on the ground and watched it, not caring about anything else around him.

"Do you enjoy watching it?" A voice asked him from behind.

Marco turned around and his eyes widened once he realized who was behind him; The Creator, in all His indescribable glory. Marco bowed even before he realized his body was moving.

"U-Um… y-yes…" Marco replied.

“I’m glad you like it,” the Creator replied, taking a form much like Marco’s. “I spent almost a week on this… And I think it’s good. Very good.”

"A-Almost a week..?"

"That's right,” the Creator replied. “I’m taking tomorrow off and that’ll be a week.”

"Oh.." It was then Marco noticed Alison watching him out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head a little to see her better, and saw that she was almost reaching out to him with one hand.

"Do you like her?" The Creator questioned.

"She's.. so small.. Where did she come from?" Marco asked.

"Earth. The product of an act that is forbidden. But I see a bright future in her. She's going to turn out perfect." The Creator explained. "She's already perfect in her own right."

Marco simply watched Alison with curiosity, not responding as he watched her little hands reach out to him. "...She's cute."