God Is Dead Quote Novels & Stories

replied the god of death and life with a smile and a small laugh. "What? Dead? How could a god like you die? Aren't you the ruler of life and death? How could you die?" asked Long Chen with a shocked expression. From what he knew, a god like the god of death could not possibly die so easily. But now why was he telling Long Chen that he had died? This was truly unbelievable to Long Chen.

I should start searching for my prey, who should it be? I remember the werewolves' battle cry, Hakuna Matata. How could they say that when they don't know if God himself is true? There is no evidence of God, so whose hands are they leaving everything? They should start worrying because I don't know if the God they were saying will hold on to their hands. They should grip it because everything will be bloody and it will start now. Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth. 'Oh… You know, God is great, perfect and full of love! The idea that when one dies, he stays in the grave, the end of his existence, his consciousness is appalling, terrible. It’s a great thing that life continues.’ Her eyes held his lovingly, happiness beating in her chest.

How did she know about their boss? "He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." ---Frederick Nietzsche

"That could've gone worse" The God of Gods said as he patted lucas on the back like they were buddies. The only reason lucas even agreed to this was for the sake of all the Gods that were effected by the ban years ago. What's the point of being The God of war if he can't even kill?

"You kidnapped me and you hurt me!" My breathing was ragged and I felt my power disappearing from my body. The air was chill and smoke of oxidant flew from my nostrils, my eyes did not leave the god infront of me. "Why did she have to die for me? You are a god and you killed her. What did she ever do to deserve your wrath?" My last question cracked together with grief and I sank to the ground feeling defeated as I recalled my last moments with my mother. There was no answer from the all mighty god Enosos, only my sobs filled the emptiness of the room. I felt a strain that tugged my heart as he continued not to answer my questions.

I asked. I could sense I was about to lose the goodwill I had managed to gather through our bitch sesh. “There is no outside. Everything is everywhere.” Well, that was clear as mud. “And you can’t die? So how were you raised from the dead?” “We can’t die, which is why we created this place, cut off from everything. It is the closest to death we could achieve.” I looked around. “This is a death simulator?” “This is death. It is the absence of everything but ourselves. Nothing in here exists out there. This is what death means.” The Golden God sounded very sure of himself. I wasn’t completely convinced.

Scar didn't believe Adrian and asked, "You say you're a god, so what kind of god are you?" "I am the Death God," Adrian replied, his figure starting to float, his voice echoing faintly and mysteriously. "So, are you saying I'm already dead?" Scar nearly choked with laughter, thinking the man in front of him was just a lunatic pretending to be a god. "Some people, even though they live, are already dead," Adrian said, suddenly appearing in front of Scar. "So, do you want to live, or do you want to die?" With a spell, he effortlessly lifted Scar off the ground, making him float alongside him.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Like any other god of death, the figure just stood there silently dressed in shiny black clothes. I closed my eyes. It seemed like talking to the god of death was pointless. It's just that, can I ask for some time alone to cry? Perhaps a man shouldn't even cry? Even if he is already dead? “Cry to your heart's content. But let me tell you one thing. You're not dead, you fool.” Startled, but more accurately touched by that monstrous entity that should have been of a different nature, scoffed at my tears in an accent that I understood very well.