Jophiel's smile didn't falter once, "Do forgive me, chuld, I mean not offend." She said kindly.
"What do you want, Jophiel?" Derek asked. Jophiel made a soft noise.
"I only wish to express how unwise it would be to sire children with a human. Don't you recall when your brothers created the Nephilim when humans were first created? Our Father was displeased, and refused to allow our brothers home." She said. Derek rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, not like I can go back anyway." He replied.
"Your offspring will be hunted." Jophiel frowned, "The Nephilim were a mistake."