Novel & Cerita God Is Dead Nietzsche

“I know enough to know this is where regret reigns.” I touched the wound at the back of my bald head, wincing. Tears welled up, blurring the dim glow of the crawling worms. “There’s no grace after death, Jade,” Klaus said, his voice heavy with resignation. “Hell is hell, and that’s where we’re both going. If the Great Gods have a sense of humor, this would be their grandest joke. First, they deny you the knowledge of your sins, then they throw you into this pit to suffer for eternity without knowing why. Cruelty at its finest.”

Present, entirely and irrefutably, against the thing that specialized in the felt reality of absence. The god of death pushed against a territory that was more alive, at this moment, than it had been in forty years. And for the second time since his arrival, he stopped.

Azrael replied angrily “Even if Azrael is tied up and there is no fight, you are still scary. I'm doing you a favor Azrael, I want you to see me in heaven together. Just wait, you won't end up there with the amount you killed. Some friends and members have also taken this life which is probably the judgment on you Deus Mortis. Look at yourself like you're a dog that's just barking” Jonathan smiled as he touched Akira's shoulder which made Azrael even angrier.

"You come to help me, don't you? To resurrect my love, Anna?" A deep, resonant chuckle escaped Thanaros, the God of Death. "Yeah, little human," he replied, his voice carrying an otherworldly weight. "I am indeed the God of Death, Thanaros. But the cycle of life and death is not mine to disrupt. I cannot resurrect your dead lover."

Nathan, who was at the advanced stage of the true god status, was one of the top geniuses among the eight first-class families. These geniuses were considered to be the aces of this competition. Even if they could not defeat their opponent, it should not be a problem for them to escape difficult opponents. They only had a small possibility of getting killed. Unless their opponent’s fighting strength was far stronger than theirs. Nathan’s death shocked the Church family members that their faces paled. They could not believe their eyes.

Their joyous song was heard all throughout of the new-Zuotia. ‘’Do you hear us Lord Aliyon? Our Zuotia is back!’’ While they kept a happy look in their faces, they teared their eyes for many more tribes are missing their merry victory along with their king- that was trapped in the timeless earth. -- ‘’I don’t know how, but that Niru didn’t die… is it because he is a god? Is he the same person as the godly Near?’’ His head is cut off from his body but the life in him don’t cease, he continues to be alive and breathe air- And the woken eye of the distortion remains affixed to his face.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago. -Friedrich Nietzsche ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• - MATEO

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

boy:- so you are god, you are really beautiful, can you explain to me why you didn't help me when I was suffering alone and when I was about to die, why didn't you let me die when I was suffering, explain you are the goddess of death, why didn't you something, why didn't you kill me so I don't have to suffer, after all, you are the goddess of death, why I am alive and keep suffering. goddess:- you kid, all humans are just behaving like idiots, do you think that we hate you or do you think we have only you to fill your life with happiness, no we have to do complex and superior work, but because of your selfish nation you suffer because you want to guarantee to have everything and go everythi

More certain. "We'll see," he says. The training room is two floors down, and he spends the walk telling me about the Death God's mythology—the scythe, the hourglass, the absolute sovereignty over the moment of ending. "A fully realized Death God is death itself," he says. "When you can hold the complete transformation, whoever you face will simply stop. In that instant. Permanently. The soul doesn't get a second chance." I think about the scythe in the dream, the clean weight of it.