Baca Against The God Novels & Stories

My heartbeats grew rapid but I appeared to be unfazed by his stance. "What is this defiance? What the hell are they deceiving you with?!" His yell made me reflexively take a step backwards. "You're the one who's being deceived by your own mind that there is no God." I countered him, putting my son down as I faced him off. "There isn't any damn God anywhere!" Of course he was never going to listen

"As you can see. We are well versed in being brilliant weapons. To fight alongside us is to taste freedom. No one can oppose such a force. To do so will be to go up against the hand of God. And by the end of this day, you will believe that God is a woman."

My expression was grim, as my eyes blazed with determination. "The scroll contains the one thing Belzebub doesn't have," Gabriel quietly said. "The heavenly scriptures, the divine message of God, and the good news of the gospels. These are the weapons we need to defeat him." With a swift motion, the scroll unraveled, revealing the scriptures in a language that seemed almost divine. Our combined form stood ready, our body glowing with a fierce determination. The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin.

EZRA The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence but it wasn’t the good kind, or the peaceful, birds-chirping, Sunday morning kind. This was filed with silence, like someone had pressed their hand over the whole house and told it not to breathe. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. My mouth tasted like metal, my back hurt from sleeping wrong, and my stomach was a pit of nerves. For a second I thought about just packing up and leaving—money or not, this wasn’t worth my sanity. But then I remembered Lilian’s face, her voice reminding me about the contract. I’d signed my life away for a paycheck.

He can't help but question himself, 'What if she doesn't come back? His mind reminds him, 'Isn't it the right thing? If she doesn't come back, then everything will be in place.' After a long silence, Henry nodded slowly. "I understand, Bettina. I will do what needs to be done." There was a moment of silence engulfed between them. Suddenly, Bettina broke the silence. She heaved a heavy breath and uttered, "You may think of me as the antagonist, but I'm doing what is right. You are a priest, you should have known better what is good and evil."

What is she saying. “Gods don’t get mates, human.. We choose our partners.” Destiny responds, her eyes on the god seated close to her. The human stands on her feet as she begins to count, ignoring Destiny. “Who am I going to choose… oh yeah, you!” She then points to a god, the one who invited everyone here. A smile is plastered on the human's face.

“We just—” “You are unbelievers who believe that creations are from the devil and that the devil only opposes a false creator that he invented so that humans would distrust the true gods,” said the Goddess, and I raised my eyebrows. “Don't believe us, but I invite you to confront Belial firsthand, and after that, you can dare to say such nonsense.” “Senator, I invite you to leave, please,” asked the president, and the man stormed out of the room in a rage. “I'm sorry about this, gods, the situation regarding faith—”

Is this how your parents taught you? Each word from Alexander indicated his dissatisfaction with me. However, I couldn't help but focus on his initial sentence, "Whoever is the strongest has the right of speech." It flashed back and forth in my mind so much that I couldn't help but ask again, "Father, are you implying that whoever is the most powerful in this family is the one who calls the shots?" Alexander and Oliver exchanged a smile upon hearing my query. "Of course. The family motto of the Kingsleys is to subdue others with force! Men are the symbol of strength!"

Two hours had passed, and the ones who were reading a parchment had already downed three or four, while the ones reading a book scanned the index and tried to direct themselves to the section that might have some information of use. "Guys..." Roger lifted a hand, like a schoolboy. Angie beamed at that and then giggled. "We are not in school, Roger..." she teased him, and he sighed. "I know, but we have been concentrated for a while, and I wanted to call for your attention," Roger said, and Angie smiled. "What is it? Did you find something?" She said, and Roger took a deep breath. "Not really, but I can´t shake something I read on another parchment..." Roger paused, "It said: ONLY A GOD CAN T

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.