There was, in those days, a man who had been a god. Though a god no longer, he still saw with a more than mortal eye, shaped with more than a mortal hand, and thought with more than a mortal mind. He saw the war made by the dark angel, and he saw the acolytes of dust and ashes, but he did not see the god who lay behind them both. To save his onetime children from this war, he shaped himself a new destiny.
But he was a god no longer; even his more than mortal mind could not guess the limits of his vision, his strength, and his wisdom.
Thus did he open the tale of his own destruction
Others had brought war against the god of dust and ashes, many others, more than can be counted on worlds beyond number. Among its enemies on this world had been Jereth Godslaughterer, Panchasell the Luckless, and Keil Burchardt. Among its enemies on the other had been Friedrich Nietzsche, John Brown, and Crazy Horse.
Each had fallen to its patient, infinite hunger. It had Killed them in its sleep.
On the day the dark angel went forth to war, the man who had been a god took counsel with the acolytes of dust and ashes-- And persuaded them to wake it up.
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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.