Deity Bladerunner Novels & Stories

“No.” The flame presses harder, trying to crush my will to dust. I move forward anyway. I will not kill her. Not for prophecy. Not for gods. The fire bows. --- I step from the altar’s heart, smoke curling from my skin. In my hand — a bone blade, heavier than steel, runes crawling its length. One word pulses with light: Nyxara. The beast lowers its head. “Then you are bound to her, in life and ruin. Carry that blade well… for the gods will call it blasphemy.”

Zared was like an abnormally terrifying monster. However, Daryl and Sans knew that it was caused by his Domain, the Godly Bull. The Godly Bull was a deity in Shia legend. Zared had a Domain that projected the power of the Godly Bull. It allowed him to have terrifying strength and defense. It was more than just a mere transformation. Daryl and Sans saw how terrifying Zared was, so they yelled at the same time, "Just die, Trevor Penn!"

"There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swirling about. It began devouring the vurhans' souls, or whatever it was that was holding them alive." Alicia didn't even notice she'd let go of her sword; all she could think about was deciphering Slejj's face to see if he was telling the trut

it asked. All the entities of all shapes, sizes, and colors smiled and nodded. "It is the least you could do, Galaxy. And you better do everything you can to restraint that being. We can't let such an abomination wonder the universe as it pleases after having been made from the corpses of our ancestors who had been defeated in battle… Those that died in the war one million ago need to be honored, not used as mere materials for the creation of that abominable chimera!" roared the enormous crimson-red specter, the Supreme Deity of Blood, as many of the Deities around him nodded in affirmation.

“It fought like a man, moved like a shadow… but it wasn’t human.” I clenched my jaw. “It’s dead. That’s what matters.” “Dead… for now,” Blade corrected, eyes narrowing as he crouched over the motionless figure. The moonlight glinted off the black material that made up its body, the edges torn, revealing something almost mechanical underneath. “This… this isn’t over. Whoever made it will come for us. They always do.” Nova shifted Isla closer, cradling her trembling body. “Cruz…we can’t keep running like this. We can’t always be ready for something that hides in the dark.”

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

It was a flawless, premium aesthetic born of pure, apocalyptic physics. "The Obsidian Chassis," Cord rumbled, wiping a streak of freezing sweat from his brow. "It is entirely empty, Architect. It has no power source." "It doesn't need one," I said softly, stepping up to the rack. I stripped off my heavy coat and my tunic, standing bare-chested in the freezing foundry. My torso and arms were heavily scarred, the permanently cooked iron veins pulsing with a faint, erratic purple rhythm—the physical cost of the wars I had waged from the backlines.