The Game Of Gods: The Fall Of Brooklyn 2

 

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 mortals mean nothing to the gods; they eat around and bicker while people die."

"Why would I trust your words?" Drill had asked him.

"Because I’m more than a messenger, I’m more than the wind, and I’m more than the games of gods. I’m Brooklyn, the angel with a conscience." And with that, he revealed his true form to Drill and told him to say no when the time comes for the power of the Creator to enter his body.

Drill had believed him when he revealed himself; he had wept and thanked Brooklyn. "What about the millions that would die if the gate of hell is open?" Drill had asked him.

He had kept silent for a moment and then he said, "I will see what I can do. Just say no to the power."

Drill had told his parents and their neighbors what the angel had told him. He soon started a campaign to denounce the gods, and soon his movement had millions of people.

Brooklyn went to his brothers and explained what he had done. He told them he can never let the innocent die and that they should join him in salvaging the mortals from what the gate of hell would release.

"Look at them," he had said to the gathered few. "They have feelings unlike us; they have emotion and love, while we have only duty and servitude. Let us use our duty and service to protect them. There are kids down there not even knowing something’s coming for them."

"I heard the Creator's speech too," one of the angels said. "I was there but I could do nothing, but I can be of use in protecting the humans."

"We will join you," the rest chorused.

The Creator's Anger

The Creator is the father of all; he is the all-seeing eye; he is the giver and taker of dreams. He is the maker of all things and he knows about Brooklyn’s rebellion. He knew about the betrayal, but he chose to give it a test; he wanted to know if the human would be a fool to choose power.

He had seen the movement started by his chosen hero and he had seen how his children are getting less powerful as more mortals vow to stop worshipping them. His children got their power from the worship and sacrifice the mortals gave them; yes, he created them, but he doesn't give them his power so none could backstab him.

"Drill!" He had called his hero. "I am the father of all. Will you take my power to fight against hell?" He had summoned the youth’s spirit as he slept that night.

"No!" the youth had said.

"You said no to the Creator?"

"Yes, and I will say it again. No."

The Creator had raged. He had summoned the angels to his hall, and there was lightning and an earthquake from his anger which destroyed a few cities.

"BROOKLYN! Step forth."

Brooklyn stepped out and took a bow. "Yes, Great One."

"You have interfered with that which has nothing to do with you. You have ruined my boredom and you have ended my game even before it has started. Why?"

"They are people. Innocent, and they have done you no wrong."

"Do you want to be the judge of humans?" the Creator asked him.

"No."

"I created them, and I know their heart. How dare you interfere?"

"I have no regret."

"Very well. For going against me and for interfering with my plans, I banish you and your lot to the very edge of hell. You will take the place of the humans and you will battle the monster my brother sends from hell. You will lose your immortality and you will never come back to the heavens again until the end of your days."

"That is too much," Brooklyn said, falling on his knee.

But the Creator had said his words and it can never be taken back. "May the heaven weep over your corpses." And with that, they were vanished to the edge of the land bordering hell—a barren land, blackened and uninhabitable due to the noxious activities. It was said a glimpse of hell will cause madness.

The Price Of A Movement

Drill wasn’t done with the movement. He made sure he spread the word to the far corners of the earth, and very soon, the gods started losing their power. The God of Crops couldn’t control how and when a crop would grow; the God of Fart lost his power as everyone could fart at will. One after the other, they started going extinct, but the God of Morality gained more power as people had that moral compassion when it comes to doing good.

The Angels' Final Cry

Brooklyn and his castaway brothers were not over-sad or over-joyed about the situation. They had seen the cruel nature of the power that be. They kept monitoring the gate of hell and they vowed to fight to the very end. They vowed to protect the humans no matter the cost; they knew they were in the right and one day a greater power would come to their side.

Brooklyn wrote a simple letter to Drill:

Drill, I’m glad you listened to me and I’m glad your movement is gaining momentum. Me and my brothers have been cast away from heaven and banished to the gate of hell to defend humanity. I hope you can bring in support for us and join us as we defend the love and compassion of the human race. Look at the skies: when it rains salty and there is thunder and lightning, just know an angel has left this world.

Brooklyn.

As he sent the letter, that was when the gate of hell opened and they could hear the roar of the monster.

The Creator

The Creator clapped his hands in glee as he watched the gate of hell open. "Now I can have all the fun those damn wingless fools denied me."

Moral Lesson: Never let go of your morality.