This is about a Divine Revolution, and an all-powerful god taking over the earth. What I have here is only the prelude and I will continue once I have reader's responses. PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR OPINION!!!!

Impia tortorum lonas hic turba furors
Sanguinis innocui, non satiate, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.

-Quatrain

Prelude

After World War III, the minds of mankind became enslaved. A divine power rose up from his place of watch and infected the thoughts of every person. He was all-powerful, and soon rendered the human race as slaves, practically bending to his own will. Countries became nothing, became all one thing under his wrath, divided into areas known as Sectras. No was free of his watchful eye or orders. The Father, as he was often referred to, changed the way of man. Everything that had been passed down through generations for millions of years was swept away. Traditions and now former religions were destroyed.

Father had many followers who were loyal simply out of fear. Most of his extremely loyal became what was known as the Sons, a type of home-guard that set things into order, enforced, and punished. Those of ultimate 'orthodox' became High Priests. Everyone else, however, simply became nobody.

During the first half-decade of the Divine Revolution, human kind resisted. They felt that it was against even Father's way, the way that he had taught them since the dawn of time. He had taken away their free-will. Hadn't that been what he himself had given them? What he had said would never be taken away from them? Even he should not be allowed to search their minds, know what they were thinking.

So they fought back. Millions died in vain. This bloody era became know as the Mortal Slaughter. After that, he took strict control. He could know what every person was thinking, feeling, experiencing, and living at every moment of their lives – all at the same time. The minute that thoughts of revolt became forming plans, the Sons were dispatched.

Many years later, after humans became 'adapt' to the new System, things were relaxed. People went about their daily lives, almost as if nothing had ever happened - almost.

But that is not truly where this story begins. This story begins almost five hundred years after the start of the Divine Revolution. It begins in Sectra Marin (located around former New England, United States), in a town. It begins with a seventh grade class, in a school dubbed Armain. Most of all, it begins with a boy named John Marcain..........