Creation The Path Of A God 소설 & 이야기

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

I continue all while Cara remains silent. Being the God of life and fertility, Cara is granted the ability to speak with the Lord of the heavens directly, and not just in a dream like it is for the rest of us. Cara is one of the ten Gods in creation who can meet the Lord of creations, and even if she is only able to ask on behalf of Odell, she also knows the Lord of creation would never agree to such, and let's say he does, there would be an aftermath worse than it all, because as he has said,

"No. You have just ascended. You do not understand!" "A fan in form, a sword in essence. It devours gods and severs the cycle of reincarnation. For millennia, there has only been one such peerless, malevolent weapon." "But... but was it not personally destroyed by the Celestial Lord in the Nine Hells?!"

He said frightened. But it was already too late because I was already bleeding. Power ripped through me—not given, not borrowed. Claimed. The void reeled. “UNAUTHORIZED,” the god intoned. “Yes,” I whispered, blood dripping onto the glowing stone. “That’s what freedom looks like.” He said. The seals snapped outward, latching onto the Invocation Path itself. Binding itself to it. Not closing the gate but it was chaining the god mid-awakening. The scream that followed was not sound. It was memory tearing itself apart.

I said. The ripple formed. not visible. but—present. right in front of me. and for the first time I felt it. not pressure. not control. path. “There is no direct path,” it said. “Then I’ll make one.” the answer came instantly. because that was what we did now. we didn’t follow systems. we didn’t wait for structure. we created it. The space trembled. not violently. but reacting. that was very unexpected. “You will not arrive as you are,” it said.

The inciting incident is a trigger. So don't start your story with an ordinary morning when your main character was eight and heard the wisest line they ever got from their grandpa that influenced their whole life, and then jump to "ten years later" because that line didn't set the story. It was one of the things that made your character into who they are ten years later.

*Then the room went soundless, all there are Taso and Elaine' voices speaking* I'll tell you the truth My name is the same, Tasoshi says but my identity you do not know, actually I am a God who was transmigrated here. What? You're a god, then you know everything in the entire universe, right? Yes, what do you want to ask? I'll ask you these, do you know who gave me my holy sword? Yes! And such a simple question It's my little brother The god of affinity Alpha saya. What do you mean your god, why is there another god? Ok then I'll tell you everything, there are 10 universes in the entire multiverse right now we're in the

A deafening crack split the air, and the vortex above the clearing erupted in a wave of force that knocked everyone to the ground. The chanting stopped. The vortex began to dissolve, its energy scattering into the sky. For a moment, all was still. Then, a furious scream echoed across the clearing. Rayka struggled to her feet, blinking through the aftermath. The leader was still standing, but his face was twisted with rage. “You think you’ve won? This is only the beginning!” He raised a hand, and the earth beneath the altar cracked. From the fissure, dark tendrils of energy erupted, spreading across the clearing like veins of shadow.

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

"I do. I just struggle to believe it." "Look at me Ezra. Please." He did as I asked, so I continued before I lost the nerve to say what needed to be said. "You and I were connected together by a goddess. She laid out a path for us that it seems most others choose to take and thrive on. You and I didn't take that path. We've walked so far down another that the old path is gone, and it's too far away to ever get back to. That doesn't mean that we don't deserve happiness Ezra. It doesn't mean that there aren't other paths for us to walk down. Paths that we get to choose for ourselves as individuals. We can't be the only ones out there that haven't finalized the mate bond. Your uncle told me tha