Anti God Romane & Geschichten

"I'm a man of god! They'd never humiliate me! No… And when I die, I'll become more powerful than you could ever imagine! When that happens, you just have to wait for your doom!" "Sure." Frank shrugged. "But in that case, why aren't your gods coming to help you? If they are omnipotent, surely they'd just have to bestow you strength to defeat me. Go on, explain that as best as you can!" Adonis was stumped. Either there were no gods, and his death was permanent… Or that there were, but they were not on his side. How was Adonis supposed to accept that? "Just give me a chance," he started begging again. "I will—"

Abbadon is currently in front of the three main gods while around him are other powerful and old gods and goddesses who were disturbed because of the mess he has made, again! "What? What did I even do again? Why am I being scolded for bringing this interesting soul back to me after I finished my stroll when Tima wasn't even scolded after bringing an alive person here?" Abbadon replied calmly, however, in a satirical tone that made almost every god and goddess who disliked him clenched their fists or gritted their teeth in order to control their anger. Aengus, the god of the underworld, stepped up while his hands were busy playing with his long, brown hair.

IT confirms her thoughts as IT retorted back. “Bingo!” IT excitedly utter snapping its fingers while crossing its feet into a sitting position and down, before it ascends a meter up confirming. “The one who can do anything and everything. The only one who holds the entirety of the world HE created. The original, HE thought is gone and the enemy HE is blindly playing with. The one and only, GOD!”

"He's the old god. I'm going to be the new one." The Orangelo couldn't keep his sigh internal. He wasn't sure when he'd fully accepted that he was going to go through with this war and become the new god of Chaos, but it had happened. He was going to beat Tricksy, and his little bitch Agent, get Lexi back again and then become a god. Somehow the young tom who couldn't shoulder the burden of being chief had grown up to take on the burden of being a god. That was fucking irony if he ever met it.

said a person who was clearly a fan of Tay Synder. "That's right, but Andrew Hexon who worships the Armysus God is just as powerful, no?" "I think Benedict Zion who worships the Asenaji God should be ranked the highest." "It's a shame that Cain Gardner who worships the Asenthia Goddess died abruptly. He was not weaker than the four Shadow level beings." "Let's not argue, everyone. Any of them deserves our admiration. That Dasha scum is doomed for sure. Let's just enjoy the show."

"What did you say?" Divine Farmer was taken aback right away. His eyes were wide open as he stared at Darryl, and his head buzzed. "The fiends' supreme leader—Antigonus, Archfiend?" Darryl nodded and said, "He's extremely powerful. It had to be him. I can't be wrong!" The fiends were exterminated during the Great War between gods and fiends, and only Archfiend Antigonus and Morticia survived.

“My friend, Don Adriano, has seen the light. He understands the new world order. He understands that tradition is weakness. That love is a liability. That emotion is a pathetic chain that holds you back. He has chosen wisely.” Hades’s voice was as cold as a frozen lake. “You’re a cornered animal, Gregory. A rabid dog. And we’re here to put you down. And Adriano… you’ve made your choice. You chose the wrong side. You chose death.” “A rabid dog?” Gregory laughed, the sound a horrible, grating noise. “Brother? I’m a god. A god of my own making. I have everything. Power. Influence. And soon… soon, I will have your little wife and your child. You think you can protect her? You think you can build

Gods. Not again.

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.