Condemning The Heavens Novels & Stories

It's not enough for heaven to just slap him, and spit on him, they step on him until he lost all the will to live, the will to see the light again. Knowing you love your enemy, knowing you married your enemy, slept with him, cry for him, live your life for him now... the heavens wanted to knock out all the life in him. Remarkable. What the heavens laid out for him deserves a standing ovation, and applause from all the bystanders who only watched him trampled so low and left him so pathetic.

"SHUT UP!" Because of that the surface of the sky shook like an earthquake as if the surface that accommodated the footsteps of the gods and goddesses were about to crack and split into a thousand pieces, dropping them all onto the surface of the earth. Natuira, who was only one meter away from Morgan, even dropped a few leaves, the scream was like an earthquake trigger, if only Morgan raised his voice more than that the world of heaven would collapse, giving punishment to the gods and goddesses who were nestled there. Gods and goddesses are increasingly polluted by worldly things. Lost its purity.

I threw back my head and launched a searing howl part rallying cry, part premier salvo in whatever cosmic affront these latest interlopers had naively brought barrelling down upon our hallowed realm. The others answered in kind, their unified pack ululations swelling to shake the very heavens in a series of kettle drum concussive blasts. A lusty overture proclaiming our territorial suzerainty to whatever hidden malefactors dared profane our sovereign territory by committing such unforgivable blasphemies upon its sanctified land.

Celestina’s eyes pulsed with pure loathing as her gaze fell upon the view outside the cabin. She looked at the horizon like she looked at the devil himself like it represented all that went wrong when her beliefs were seduced by the mother churches and led off their holy, heavenly path into immortality.

Dante’s hand tightened around mine. “Get inside,” he ordered. I didn’t move. A distant sound rolled through the building. It didn't sound like thunder. Engines. Multiple. Closing in. Dante looked at me. And for the first time since I met him, his voice didn't sound coordinated. “Alessia,” he said. “Run.”

The membrane held. For three days. Three fragile, breathless days. The seam in the sky remained a thin black scar stretching across continents. Not widening. Not closing. Humanity adapted frighteningly fast. Some worshiped it. Some denied it. Some studied it. The lattice hummed steadily beneath it all. And heaven was not pleased. The Accusation It did not begin with thunder. It began with silence. Heaven went silent. No angelic surveillance. No radiant pulses. No corrective whispers.

She turned around crossing the bridge hopping and humming. “What did she do to deserve what she had been through?” The question in my mind slipped out of my tongue. “Lust, adultery, and murder,” he enumerated. I checked his reaction but he was just blankly staring at her back. “How could the heavens punish those who take lives when the heavens itself took his people’s lives?” I questioned not just Grip but the above. We shouldn’t question the heaven’s will and just trust its plans for us because the heaven’s will and plans will always prevail. Questioning means doubting, they say.

"Wu Kejin, you keep saying that challenging the Assembly of Immortals means challenging the world. I'll have you know that the Assembly of Immortals is crap. It's just a stray dog running with its tail between its legs." "Chu Xun the Devil, it's unforgivable that you humiliate and slander the Assembly of Immortals once and again. One day, you'll be punished by the world." "Punished by the world?" Chu Xun sneered. "I'll show you right now what heavenly punishment is." That said, he cast a hand seal and made a gentle leap into the air. Purple Thunder Doom—Punishment from Gods! Rumble! Thick, dark clouds turned over and over with vigor. It was as if there was a dragon of lightning swimming amon

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

The greatest punishment is to be deprived of the beatific vision, and to be immersed in eternal despair. To punish the sinners ruthlessly, to burn them to death then bring them back to life just to burn them again in the darkest pitch black fire, the god of underworld hades who’s other name is LUCAS is in charge of giving torment to the sinners in the most ruthless way, their cries are music to his ears. Who’s presence makes sinners bones shiver, the way the hounds of hell eat out flesh of sinners on his orders, the demons of hells are not less than a puppet in his hands. The most evil and heartless god just to make justice by punishing the evil people of earth after their death.