Watcher Divided by JL Madore

To be immortal, but still feel pain and bleed like a sieve sucks ass. Part of this world, but not. Alive, but not. There are the Darkworld feeding quotas we police, the humans we protect, and then us—Nephilim—living in the shadows of cities that know nothing about us. And if we do our job right, never will.

What would a hero risk to save an innocent boy?
Phoenix, Egyptian twin, Nephilim warrior, rejected his witch heritage during his transition millennia ago. He locked down his addiction to dark magic and never looked back . . .
Until now.

If he possessed the ability to help and didn’t, what kind of man did that make him?
Could he access that dark part of himself to save another and survive it?