Angry God Novels & Stories

“That’s good then, right? A lot of people turn to God when they're going through something difficult.” I shook my head, “No. I am so angry at God. I’m trying to understand how God can be so damn cruel. Not just Julliette. Like baptizing, for example. Why do we believe people are born inherently bad? Babies that aren’t baptized go to hell if they die. Why let kids die anyway? And wars? I mean… There can’t be a god out there, right? If he were, he would be such an asshole.”

For some reason I don’t know, although his back was huge and straight, I don’t know but he looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders. There was an immerse sadness in his eyes and anger. Anger which could consume everything within. I want to ask him. I want to know. Why does the man who is one of the great gods of this world. Who defeated the unrivalled within the blink of an eye look so small and pitiful? The smell of a beast exudes from his soul, the smell of blood, oil and steel as well as violence and pent-up anger. The colour of hatred. In deep whirlpool of numerous emotions. Within that lies immense sadness…

he says forcefully. I don’t know what it was, but it was like a wall inside me came crashing down and every shred of anger I have buried over the years came flying out. A pulse of energy burst from me like a bomb, and I could feel my eyes had changed as I looked at the eyes of my creator who doomed me to a life of suffering. “Why? Do you Gods get some sick pleasure from watching us suffer? You have rules against intervening? That’s a bald-faced lie!” I rant in a rush.

The regrets surged. I didn't flinch. --- When I opened my eyes, the sun was setting. Hours had passed. I was still standing. My face was wet with tears I didn't remember crying. My throat was raw. But I was still standing. Fenra watched me from the edge of the circle. Her three eyes were unreadable. "You didn't break." "I almost did." "Almost is not broken." She stepped into the circle and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're ready. As ready as anyone can be to face a seven-hundred-year-old Null who wants to become a god."

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

He was angry. Shit!

They also vomited blood from their mouths and made their bodies tremble uncontrollably in place. "Damn you, demon gods! Do you really think you can stop us? Aren't you afraid to fight the seven gods?" asked the blue god angrily, staring at the dark sky. "Fight you? Of course I'm not afraid! I only do what I want. Unlike you, who still want to be slaves to others!" replied the demon god in a voice that clearly insulted the seven gods. "I will definitely kill you!" said the blue god angrily, full of murderous intent.

But if I did not want to out of anger all universes would end up perishing. How ironic, I destroyed the magical courts realm out of anger. Now I could not repair it because of my emotions that was blocking me from creating and doing so much more. "I see you are awake." The God I now planned on killing twice stated. I knew I had to be patient if I wanted to escape. I had to ignore his words and his actions. I willed myself to not get angry. I was the most powerful Goddess and soon they would learn that I could not be chained like I was some deranged animal.