"Belial said, "My children. My minions. No, the Nephilim are not gone from the land. They are still here. And they will rise up." The unholy Nephilim had been purged from the land, first by the Flood, and finally through the holy wars of Canaan by Joshua ben Nun and King David. There was only one thing Belial could mean by their return. Belial changed the subject. "Yahweh has protected his chosen seedline of Messiah through all the ages. I must say however, that I am not impressed with his choice of a final vessel. You have neither the constitution nor the military skills of your namesake, Joshua." Joshua was Hebrew for Jesus. "Now there was a ballsy warrior. I hated that godlicker and his tail-wagging dog, Caleb. "But you, you are but a simple carpenter. Pshaw! I fail to see how you will fulfill his conquest. The only thing you have going for you is the Covering. Apparently, the heavenly principalities and powers cannot touch you." Belial paused. The bodiless demonic horde faded back into the howling desert rocks. A subtle smirk grew on Belial's lips."