Chaos God Mythology の小説・ストーリー

Blood said. “Yeah, thanks.” Heaven replied to him before he went out in the backyard. “Why does it sound like Hell really prepares all of this for me?” I said thinking and Heaven laughed. “Don’t be stressed too much, come one you need to rest.” Heave said and I nod at her. “But Chaos---” “Peace, Chaos is like a cat he has nine lives so don’t think about him too much I might think that you like him.” She said and smirked at me, my eyes widened and started to panic and deny what she said but she just laughed at me.

“You are the son and grandson of the founders of the Harmony Moon Pack and the Mythical Kingdom of the dragons. Your heritage has led you here and you are about to face one of the greatest battles of all time. Only you can overcome what is about to happen.” “Grandma, what are you talking about?” “The gods have bound some of your power. They won’t stop there. The gods… Their job is to look over all of us. To keep the balance. They have faulted you for no reason other than their own fear.” I am confused more than ever. “I didn’t do anything to them though. I simply defended myself when Thomas attacked me.”

Surprisingly, he was able to fight against the Thousand Feathers Ancestor, and he was also from ancient times, so his origin must be not shallow. If they know at this moment ask the identity of the sky, will not be so surprised, ask the sky since the claim to make 100,000 gods and goddesses to hide in the West, and is not a general generation, the strength of the devil's father is enough to ask the pinnacle of the six worlds, the gods and goddesses of the heavens are all afraid of, just now ......

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

For years, centuries, he had searched, through battlefields and banquets, through whispers and seer’s riddles, clinging to the thread of prophecy that one day, she would come. But time had passed like smoke. And she never did. “Gone,” he whispered to the silence. “Or worse, never meant to be.” The thought tasted like betrayal. Not from a woman, but from fate itself. The Moon Goddess was said to be just. Cruel, sometimes, but just. Why then had she cursed him—the last of the Draven bloodline—to rule alone, to ache with this yawning void in his chest? Why did she give him power, immortality, strength beyond measure—but leave his soul to rot unloved?

​Then came the Ranking. ​His Champion had died in the arena. His territory was instantly claimed by a stronger deity. One by one, his worshippers abandoned his shrines, seeking more powerful protectors to shield them from the dark. Without prayers, his Divine Authority began to wither. Without Authority, his influence vanished entirely. By the time the next Ranking arrived, Kaelor had nothing left to defend. His title faded from the Pillars of Heaven, and he became Rankless—the horrific fate every god feared more than total annihilation. The mighty were remembered; the defeated became faceless servants. Now, he stood as a sentry where he had once saluted equals, guarding the very realm that

Archived in the Living Library, Floor 3 💀 The Shattering of the Pantheon 1,000 years ago, the world was ruled not by kings, but by gods. Thirteen of them reigned, each governing one of the primal forces of creation: flame, time, mind, death, shadow, storm, and more. They were not merciful. They were not kind. They demanded worship, sacrifice, and obedience. Empires rose and fell by divine whim. Mortals lived in fear of the gods' cruelty disguised as justice. Until one of their own turned against them. Known only as the Godkiller, they were not born divine, but rose from mortal blood, wielding an unnatural power capable of severing divine essence from existence itself. It's said their blade

"I didn't test it. It felt — limitless isn't the right word. Unbounded. Like there wasn't a wall, just a choice of how far to extend." Zane was quiet. "My mother wrote about this," he said. "Not from experience — she didn't survive long enough for the power to settle fully. But she wrote about what the texts described." He paused. "She called it the Goddess's sight. Not seeing exactly. Feeling. Being able to feel the state of things from a distance." "The Chosen is supposed to be able to feel the health of the pack system," I said. "That's in the original texts. Not the individuals — the system. Whether it's working. Where it's breaking."

How did they invalidate the power of Godheads, a power that had left many in despair over the many millennia the gods had been around? “Kerith had the power to kill gods,” Keira was the one who spoke this time. She could easily guess what Mane was thinking, so she decided to speak up. Her words however, deepened Mane’s confusion. The only ones who could actually kill gods were Scholar Kings/Queens or the more powerful Scholar Emperors/Empresses. The only other thing that could ignore the immortality of the gods was Chaos. For that dastardly power could corrode and break anything it saw fit to. But even with Chaos, it had to be Chaos gained from the primordial source. It had to be the Pure Ch

I asked, curious given I have never been taught about a being that was potentially more powerful than the ruling deities. “I am the void that existed before creation, goddess of the abyss, goddess of the nothingness and the empty. I am the gap, the eternal darkness, the dark matter, queen of chaos, goddess of the chasm of air…I am Khaos, the first of the primordial deities” she answered. Each word out of her mouth distorted her voice and form until she was nothing but a black and purple shadowy form with shining white dots and purple eyes. She almost looked like how the sky looks at night when there are a lot of shining stars.