Eight Drunken Gods の小説・ストーリー

It can never be me! "This is Ogun (god of thunder); all that he accepts for anything, be it sacrifice, seeking forgiveness, and so on, is palm oil." He pointed at a carved god, as he poured palm oil on it, chanting some incantations. "We need to do this for all the gods present here, but not with palm oil." He said. "If it's not palmoil, then what is it?" Alex asked. "Alcohol; the traditional alcohol, which some call 'dry gin' " He answered.

"You bent a bit to mine. You and I know I am the only one who got you down on your knees. None other, demon or god can." "Shut it, proud sex god. Tsk. You are right though. Unlike you all, my head remains focused. I will have no problem." "We shall see about that. Anyways, no not bend for a deal. I do not want them thriving here. Prove to them who rules. If Serling is really behind him, he would make more trouble. He is a tricky demon." "And I am the god of tricksters." "I won't argue that with you. The hound is at the reception. Be prepared, he will be brought to you soon."

The humans’ king, Creon regent of Thebes, paned worshiping him and rejected his divinity. The god of wine and pleasure was offended. How dare they? He was the one who gave them their happiness, so he asked for vergence. And that was when the gods sent their beast. A mighty fox that was one of the monstrous offspring of Typhon and Echidna. A monster that pried on the males’ flesh, a monster that was never meant to die. And the fox wreaked havoc upon the unwary. He was the hand of gods to punish those mortals to put them back in their place.

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

“Selene and I thought it would be funny.” Blood pours from his mouth, before they can ask what he meant. “Selene?” Sil asks Iris. Iris looks around at the minor gods bleeding to death. Zeus, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena and Hera can’t maintain their giant status and are the same size as Titan. “They are drunk. She poisoned the wine. That is why they look so afraid. She had Dionysos poison them,” Iris tells Sil. “That is a good thing. It means we will win,” Sil tells her.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

“You belong to the Wood Gods now.” I lay sprawled across the altar, thoroughly fucked, body aching in the most delicious ways, pussy and ass leaking their cum… and already craving the next time my three wild gods would demand their tribute.

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

“And if the gods are right, more will follow.” That gets their attention. Nythor finally looks up from his pan. “The gods spoke to you?” “In a dream,” I say, lowering myself onto a rock near the fire. My stomach rumbles again, and Fenrick laughs as he tosses me a slice of meat. I catch it and start eating mid-story. “They called themselves the Old Five, Rootmother, Solon, Luneth, Virel, and Galeon.” Zarrk tilts his head, listening intently. Even Hadrian goes still beside the fire, his lion eyes watchful.

Ravan POV: It was almost mid night when I drove back to my mansion completely DRUNK, Yes! I had whole two bottles of scotch as my mind was still stuck on ‘Aisha’ innocent face, the instant I got down of my Aurus Senat I saw guddu who was sitting on last step of my front door staircase also it somewhat looked like he was patiently waiting for my arrival “What are you still doing here?” I questioned in my deep voice while passing him as I made my way inside my mansion “Nothing! I.. I was just waiting for your arrival” he said following me from behind “Are you thirsty Guddu? Let’s have a drink” I promptly questioned and suggested him as I made my way towards my kitchen to get some chilled beer