Novel & Cerita Eight Drunken Gods

It must have been the gods' will. Darryl entered the main altar, and after a few minutes of walking, arrived at a duty room, where he heard a voice ordering some wine. "We can finally drink now that the special envoy from the Godly Region is not here tonight!" "That's enough nonsense out of you. You lost just now, so you need to drink three glasses of wine!" "Pah! Three glasses are nothing!" Through the window, Darryl saw several Heavenly Alliance elite disciples gathered around a table, egging each other to drink some wine.

I asked, just making sure. "Don't worry, it's a non-alcoholic drink," he promised. "Ok, that's good to know; thank you," I said, and after repeating my order, he excused himself and went to the kitchen to file my order. While waiting for my meal, I had the opportunity to gaze at the decor of the place, enjoying the stylish design of the whole place, which resembles the sea. When I think of Greece, all I can think of are its great beaches and, of course, its gods and goddesses, such as the three brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

Carmine and Ossian are waiting to see how Beauden is. Neither one had ever expected Wisdom and Chickpea to be immortal now to think Beauden will be also. They drank two bottles of whiskey. Ossian keeps saying the Gods aren't going to be happy about Beauden and Einar being there. Carmine said to add Wisdom to that also. Ossian picks up another bottle of whiskey to open when Beauden, Wisdom, and Einar appear in the room.

He placed the two glasses down and started pouring. “No thank you.” I said sheepishly. “Why?” He turned to me with a frown on his face. “It’s only one shot milaya, I’ll let you drink it with coke for the rest of the night.” He chuckled, handing me the glass. “I can’t Dimitri.” I was firm this time. He drank his and took mine off me. I laughed out loud, he was completely clueless. I came closer to him as he drank the second one. He looked at me, waiting for me to talk. “I’m pregnant”.

– They listen. Everyone looks at Hades, who is showing a smug smile. - Look at the time, idiot. – The Moon Goddess says. - So demanding. – Hades responds, laughing, while mentally pushing the souls back into their bodies. - Stop playing around. Resuscitate them. - The Goddess shouts but falls silent when she hears this: - Fuuuuuuuck! It looks like I got drunk and have had a hangover for 15 days. – Gary says. - Great dragon of the sky. I can barely move. – Lucifron says.

I found the liquor cabinet tucked behind the sitting room doors. The first bottle my hand found was half full. I poured without thinking, watched the amber swirl against the glass, then drank. The burn was sharp as it went down my throat. Every other thing they fed me was meant to soften me. This at least reminded me that I was still human, still the Kieran. The clock ticked loud in the background and I caught my reflection in the window, my own eyes looking back, dulled but still mine. I remembered flashes—boardrooms, contracts, signatures. The weight of my father’s watch on my wrist. The company that had been mine. The legacy I had built from the ashes of my parents’ deaths. Seven years of

He added. This one is actually the God of Punishment! He is not just the God of Space, who chased Butt in the Lower Realm! Yet this God is also his Uncle! 'I can only hope you can escape.' He thought then seated at his throne. The Gods close their eyes and awaited! 7 Gods seated at their own throne! One is an eagle who seated at the 3rd throne. One is a snail that seated at the 2nd throne! A tiger that seated at the 8th throne!

Dimitri said. “The Big Three?” Aaron asked. “Chaos, Eros, and Gaia are the Primordial Deities that brought our world into existence.” Dimitri explained. “So, you value what they are but not me?” I asked him. “You are different. You have humanity in you, they are all God or Goddess. What are those tattoos?” Dimitri said eyeing my sides. “Those are her Soul Mate Marks. Her essence changed too. And she has Wings. Wings Dad.” DJ said excited.

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

Her happiness was short-lived. As soon as the race was over she leaned back in her seat to laugh over the sour defeat of the dragons but caught the sight of a familiar figure from the side of her eyes. It was the figure of Adna, the goddess of excess and as was natural to her, she held a jar of mead in one hand while the other dangled over the shoulder of a very beautiful male Aloni. Adna was a beautiful dark head goddess, willowy and tall but her elegance was destroyed by her love for the mead. She was laughing and staggering drunkenly. She caught sight of Helena and went over to meet her. The Aloni stood behind her as a show of submission as he bowed his head in Helena’s direction.