Part 1 - The Exiled God

“Arthinin where are we?”
“My lord Arthilis, we’re descended down to Boston, United State.” Arthilis, God of Fire looked around, everything seemed to be very strange to him. The pact he made falling from the sky, caused a huge cracked on the pavement, in the middle of quiet backstreet alley of Boston.
“What is this place?” Asked Arthilis.
“We are somewhere, where the mortals are living they called apartment.” Arthinin answered. The knight angel was a very loyal guardian to Arthilis.
“Why do you follow me Arthinin? You have nothing to do with this. The supreme god expelled me from Dirthillen because of those greedy gods clever tricks. You can go back to where you belong.”
“Cannot do that my lord, I vow to protect you while you’re here.”
“Supreme God will not forgive you if you stay with me.”
“Then so be it.”

There, at the alley were three men wearing rugged clothes with faces looked like Satan. But as far as Arthilis remembered, even Satan looked better than the three men. The men were mortal hooligans, punk criminals, one man with long hair down to his shoulder holding a knife, another one was bald with a baseball bat and spiky haired man dyed in red with a crowbar. They all have the same skull tattoo on their left arms.
“Well, well, well! What do we have here?” Said the man with the spiky hair. “A topless muscle man, with a piece of cloth around his private part and a traditional Hercules styled boots.” The men were laughing.

“Why aren’t they running away Arthinin? They should fear you once they saw you.”
“My lord, they can’t see me. I still have my power. Humans cannot see Angels. But they can see you because of your powers have been stripped by supreme god.”
“What are you whispering about? Don’t act like we’re not here!” The long haired man yelled.
“But not to worry my lord, even though your power have been stripped, you still have at least thirty percent of your god power. You cannot produce Arthuen at will but you have the strength of fifty strongest man on earth, the speed of an animal the humans called cheetah and a sharp vision of a hawk.”
“That should be enough Arthinin, Thank you.” Arthilis walked towards the men. They gave a nasty smirked and weapon at the ready to attack anytime. As quick as a cheetah, Arthilis slipped passed through them like wind and one man received a soft punch to the rib, another man a soft hit behind his neck and silent blow to the head of the bald man. All knocked out within seconds.

“Humans are weak.”
“We must not underestimate them my lord.”
“Why not?”
“Satan’s underlings, some of them disguised as humans. Not just that, the other gods has their own army in this mortal land. They were ordered to kill you if you ever stumbled with them.”
“Where are they located?”
“They are somewhere around lands the mortal called seven wonders of the world. But I have only known Satan’s secret base.”
“Where is it?”
“The Bermuda Triangle.”