The following chapters of this web novel are mostly fiction, with some parts taken from worldly texts and written for your enjoyment.

The Time I Was the Sword of God in a Powerless World

Prologue: Stalker

The devil is personally spying on me on a daily basis.

Okay, okay, I hear your point. But really? I didn’t want to be bothered by this... thing.

"Thing," said the voice mockingly, echoing outside my hearing range.

The devil. Diablo. Here. Great?

All through history, his bothersome pride has been tailgating humanity since the dawn of time.

You may be asking if I did something to provoke him, and you may be right. No, you're wrong; I did nothing to the guy.

If you have watched movies, TV shows, or played video games, you’d think the guy has a grip on himself; then welp. You. are. absolutely. Wrong, my friend. 

He's a pest—no, not the type that bites you, but the type of pest that's number one in annoyance on the face of the earth. 

He's an attention seeker and makes different moves to personify power, might, and godliness when he's a somewhat 5-foot dwarf. 

Fine, the dwarf part was a lie.

All I have to say is that if it’s hands he wants, he’ll get it. 

If you're wondering where the Prince of Persia set his HQ, then Atlanta is where it's at—you know, tougher—where no one gets scared of robbers, but what do they know? 

The man, the myth, the fallen angel, and his cult are there—pure darkness.

Since the war in the heavens had come to a halt due to the Dragon being defeated by God and the other non-fallen stars, he’s tried to rise to be higher than the Most High from the depths of Hell.

Many men have come toe-to-toe with darkness, so I urge you to strap up, as the pages of this story may just be true.