Birth Of A God の小説・ストーリー

It’s this mind-blowing rich culture with an intricate tapestry of their history, and it pains me to know I spent my life trying to snuff it out. “As I’ve told you, each God was born from the cosmos, we don’t know how and I’m not even sure they do either, but Azadou wasn’t. Azadou was born from another God,” she says as we enter her library. “As in he’s the son of a God?” I cautiously ask.

"Oh God..." ***

the newborn god said to me. “I cannot stabilize hierarchy.” “You can.” Kieran stepped toward me. “I will support you.” “It does not answer you,” I reminded him. “Then let me stand beside you.” The crack deepened. A sharp sound echoed through the system. I felt the structure straining. “This is not random,” the newborn god said suddenly. We both looked at him. “It is testing.” “Testing what?” I demanded. “You.” My pulse pounded. “I am not a candidate.” “You are the axis.”

... “They said deities are actually born in one of the eastern island nations…” "Hmm? There are still places in this modern world that can give birth to deities?" “Well. I also found it weird. I thought all deities that should be born are already born. The mortals of the world has become too materialistic.” "I thought it's only the still pure-hearted animals and plants can have a chance of producing new Anitos. Are the newborns some sort of animal or plant symbol?"

He tilts his head as though to say, "Name me?" I smirk. "We need to call you something, little dude." I can feel his thoughts rushing through me as he sends me his name. I guess he had it picked out before we knew him. How that's possible I don't know, but it is. Rockledge speaks up, "He wants his name to be called Genesis, since he is the next creator." I look at Rock, not sure I'm understanding him correctly. "Are you telling me that Iris birthed a freaking god? Are you telling me that she was considering aborting a freaking god?"

They are very private people; they rarely communicate with the outside world. The God of life had high hopes for the creatures he created. He wanted them to live in peace and to multiply. However, war broke out between the lands, killing millions. Joi ( The God Of life) was very sad about his creation's dying. Joi decided to make Demi-gods in his image. To watch over the land and to mediate for the creatures.

The village of a newborn infant could be heard across the hamlet. When the baby was born, he received the blessing of Apollo, who stated it was merely a coincidence that the god walked by here, heard the baby's cry, and thought it was so adorable that Apollo came to bless him. The parents in their household was equally overjoyed with the sun god's favor. The baby was attractive, and when he saw the deity, he burst out laughing. The deity had declared, "This is a fortunate child."

He sighs to the sky, and in an instant I see the change in him. The weight of the world crushing down on him as he allows himself a small amount of humanity. Things must be stressful for him too, his mate came out of nowhere. She’s been stolen, kidnapped and hurt. All whilst she was pregnant. Her parents of gods and they spent time in the god realm where their child was born. It’s almost unheard of for baby’s to be born in the god realm. It’s a realm for gods and goddess. One that as long as we’ve been taught is solely to keep the high ranking members away from the danger of the real world.

Damn divine rules and interference. I looked down at my stomach, at the slight curve that reminded me that the gods were also interested in my pup. Maybe that was what the gods were really watching—what would be born from this fire, what kind of pup would emerge from the storm. The gods had set the game. Fine. Well, I’d make damn sure I won it.

Her knee-length black hair dropped over her right chest like a drape, the morning breeze lightly plucking at the silky strands as her violet eyes reflected back at her. “I…I’m reborn…?” It was surreal. Yusria didn’t believe in the existence of gods. On the contrary, ever since her pack was attacked by rogues and her parents ruthlessly slaughtered, she had lost faith in the existence of higher beings that defended the weak and provided justice to the wronged.