Things that know one should ever know.
There are things said only behind locked doors, miles away from any church, surrounded by salt and iron and lambs blood.
These things are only said in whispers, sentences trailing off and words cut short by hushing.
These things are only known by the small group of theology majors who managed to piece together the stories scattered about history in dust caverns and dead languages.
These things are only sought out by those few stupid, brave souls who crave the truth.
As you sit surrounded by a ring of hellfire and salt, as you strain to hear the nearly silent words falling from the mouth of the person next to you, you will begin to understand why this secret is buried so deep.
When the person who told you disappears, you understand completely.
You’ll never be able to relax on campus again, once you hear these stories. Somehow the Gentry will know -how could you even begin to think that the would never know? They will avoid you, as long as you never speak to them.
They will only watch, as long as you never speak. There is always price for knowledge, know matter how it is obtained.
What could be this devastatingly powerful? What could drive you away from the major you once loved, the church you once venerated? What is the one thing that will make all Gentry fear and despise you?
A true name.
There is a reason the history of the Nephilim is so vague.