God Is Dead Nietzsche Novels & Stories

“Uh... powers?” She sighs like I’m the dense one here. “Sure, but also—we can’t die.” I blink. “Lucifer decapitated Hades. That seems pretty damn dead to me.” “Shit, you really don’t know, do you?” she asks. “Obviously not. Spit it out.” “Gods don’t die, Nyx. We can be killed—but that’s different from death. Death is permanent. When we’re killed, our souls live on.”

Nate ignores him and continues, “You must be considered useless, or you wouldn’t have been sent in at all. He’d have to know that you’d fail here, all his other people are dead. Luc and Nette died two days ago in a botched attempt to abduct Celine. There can’t be many of you left out there.” Nate was counting his points off on his fingers, “Oh, and Aubert thinks he can raise an ‘Old God’, which might just be some monster, and persuade it to do his bidding? Clearly deranged, in my opinion.”

The Cathedral behind them collapsed in a plume of fire and dust, illuminating the night like the funeral pyre of a god. Edda was gone. But her final whisper still clung to the wind: You killed God twice. And something darker lingered in the silence that followed— the sense that killing a god doesn’t end the faith it leaves behind.

Naturally, he was convinced that the day would come when he transcends his mortality or at least reincarnates as a billionaire. But in the end, he was just a clown. Transcendence and the like were nonexistent, let alone reincarnation. All that was paranormal was no more than fantasy, as there was neither divine or haunting! "Go on, tell me who put you up to this." Frank chuckled. Baldie had nothing to hide now that he was dead inside—it was not like he would suffer divine retribution anyway, so what was stopping him? And without the existence of gods, that meant that reincarnation did not apply either. Death was basically permanent, so he should instead put more effort into his current life.

‘No, he must fulfil his duty! “What duty?” I ask, trying to reach for any trace of Enrique’s aura as I keep Azarakh talking. Although I remain on edge. He smiles cruelly, although it looks more like a scene out of a horror movie. ‘A god cannot kill a god, but they can kill the offspring of gods, and my goddess is not a novice to this,’ he sneers. Who is his goddess? “What duty!” I repeat. ‘His blood will be offered at the feet of Nur and Skotos!’