Novel & Cerita Deus Ex Novels

Alessia had been roaming around the earth for the past three days, walking in different places that seemed familiar but not recognisable. She couldn't even remember anything about what had happened in the past. Surprisingly, she found herself in a large compound that had several luxurious cars assembled. She looked up to see a very large building and judging from the inscriptions on it, it was obviously a church. Her legs moved on their own and she found herself, entering the building. There were echoes of music playing in the background and the preachings of the priest dominated the atmosphere.

"Rogue Deity? No, I have never heard of such an entity," Alinta replied, intrigued. "As you know, a true rogue is a title reserved for criminals of our kind, not for a wolf who leaves his family or friends to travel alone in search of adventure. The Deity in this story was a powerful wolf, created specifically to control and dominate immoral wolves of power, such as kings and leaders," said the old woman, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Those men of power became increasingly corrupt due to their human disposition, making them susceptible to temptation." Deanna paused for a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing.

"Gods cannot be created by mere mortals! No one creates a deity!" "Oh...you haven't been to Umuora then. I have been there and I know what I saw. They have powerful deities and they created all of them. This one here is called Ope, it kills instantly. Take and swear that you will keep your words after revealing the secret I have with you...take it." Ije stared at the wooden artifact. She stood up from her chair and took a step backward. The man stood up too and took a step forward. "Are you scared?" He asked.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.