Read part one: The Game Of Gods 1 A group of wingless fallen angels, led by Brooklyn, standing on a blackened, barren land at the edge of a glowing, rocky chasm representing the gates of hell, as a massive monstrous silhouette emerges from the smoke and noxious fumes. The Rebellion of Brooklyn Brooklyn went to Earth and met the young hero the Creator had chosen as his champion. He had talked to the youth and explained who he is; he even exposed his wings to convince the young man not to accept the power the Creator had given him when the time comes. "You must be joking, man. How can you claim to be an angel?" the young man whose name is Drill had said when he had explained why he had come to him. "I know it sounds somehow, but that is the truth. The Creator has chosen you to represent him in a contest between him and his brother in hell. The power will only be effective if you’re willing to take it with your free will, but if you do, millions will die. The lives of mo...
A fallen angel named Brooklyn sitting on a field of dark, barren grass under a stormy sky where the rain falls like salty tears, looking up at the translucent silhouettes of bickering gods in the clouds. The Falling of an Angel It was a cold rainy night and everywhere was dark. You could see the wind forming a kind of translucent image of a man roaring toward the sky. It was a night the rain fell, but if you look closely, you will notice it is more of a cry than rain. If you were under the sky when the downpour started, you will notice the rain was salty, like tears falling from the eyes. This is the kind of night the heavens open and those who have had their fill of sins are judged; it is the kind of night the angels are also judged for those who have gone against the wishes of the Creator. It is rumored that the salty rain is the tears of the angels who were cast out. Brooklyn found himself on a field of darkened grass. It was a barren land, he guessed; there were no crops and ...