Prologue

The cold wind ruffles his clothes as he places his foot on the ledge of the rooftop he's on. Glancing down, the city lights look like diamonds on a rocky beach.

The cars look like a stream of glitters, he suddenly feels nostalgic.

(Zeus summons a bolt of lightning, it crackles in his grasp. "How very foolish of you little angel, what makes you think you can take down the entire pantheon of gods?")

Nox covers his eyes as eleven beams of blinding light surround him, revealing the rest of the gods ready for a fight.)

("And where are your lackeys?" Asks Hera.)

("Fighting your minions down below, it's not like anyone can climb this mountain," Nox snort. But the truth is, he already dealt with their minions. He ordered his men to protect the city below from debris from the upcoming fight.)

(Poseidon succumbs to the tension in the air and impatiently throws his trident which Nox easily deflects with a kick. Surprised, the other gods tense up and ready their stances. There are few people in the world who are gifted by falling stars, few become local heroes and most succumb to their power and call themselves gods.)

(But not Nox, though he is immortal and no known attack can kill him. In his immortal life, countless false gods fell by his blade. They circle Nox cautiously, it seems his reputation as the mercenary angel precedes him.)

(Nox feel the tension crackling in the air. He placed his fingers lightly on the hilt of his sword, he knows exactly who will strike first—Ares)

Nox blink hard, shaking his head as he tries to stop himself from remembering more, now is not the time. His target is close.

Nox take a step back before darting towards the edge of the rooftop. With a single foot placed on the ledge, momentum at its peak, he leaped and aimed downwards to his target.

A hero, now that's what he once was. But heroes always get remembered and they have forgotten about him—now it's time to prove to them that legends never die.