The part-time goddess thought she was dead, she was right.
She was dead right.
But this was a time of unquiet dead when spirits and corpses walked the earth, separately and together. Among gods, death and rebirth is a natural cycle. When the man who had been a god called upon her spirit, he was sure she would answer.
He was dead sure.
He commanded the power of legions; at his back stood the myriad that he encompassed, and all the billions of the god of dust and ashes, and the power of the goddess herself.
Against them all stood one solitary man, and he said,"No."
With all their power, the gods could not break him. They could only hope to transform that No into Yes.
They were deadlocked
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.