Novel & Cerita God Is Empty Just Like Me

"It doesn't mean anything else. I just remember an old figure who was present in my life. Like a butterfly that has never met a friend. And you know, I feel very empty in my life right now!" "I just wanted to say. How are you? I miss you!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

I fill it like I fill the breath, like I fill the room, like I fill the night, like I fill the fragile parts of my plans, like I fill the long hours, like I fill, like I fill. The space is empty, and I am. I am. I am. I turn off the phone. I turn off the light. I turn off. The space is empty. I am.

Kael Silence. The kind you don’t hear. The kind you feel. Like a weight pressing on your bones, on your soul, like the air’s been ripped out of the world and nothing remembers how to breathe. The god is gone. And so is the sky. Above me, there’s nothing. No stars. No sun. No endless black. Just… nothing. A hole where the world used to be. And if I stare too long, I think I’ll fall into it and never stop.

That only meant that whoever he went to see or whatever he went to do mattered more to him. I recalled the last few hastily written words: "Jade is back." I stormed out of the monastery, only to realize that I never knew any of Evan's friends despite being married to him for years. I had no other means of contacting him. We were just like strangers, despite being the closest to each other. I checked my phone repeatedly, my anger churning within me, over and over, until it eventually turned into a feeling of utter despair. I felt lost and hopeless. …

The very air around her seemed to shimmer with the power of the heavens. "I am Athena," she said, her voice deep and commanding, echoing through the tomb like a thunderclap. "And you… Nihil… you will not break me again." Nihil staggered back, his dark power recoiling from her presence. His face twisted in rage and disbelief. "No! This cannot be. You cannot be Athena. You are weak. You were nothing before. You are nothing!" Kiara, now Athena in every sense, raised her hand, the air crackling with divine energy. The very earth beneath her feet trembled as the ground split open, revealing the raw force of her godly might. Her eyes blazed with fire, her voice filled with divine wrath.

“And when you go, I won’t even feel it. I never feel it. I don’t need anyone. I never did.” It hit me then—he wasn’t just angry. He was empty. And that emptiness was far more terrifying than any rage. “Fuck You!” I said, opening the door and leaving.

All my life, I had begged the heavens, begged for a name, begged for a home. Only now did I understand. A true home is the self. From this day on, whatever struggles may come my way, I stand firmly on my own two feet.

"I'm not restructuring my ministry because you have some concern you won't explain." "I have some concern," he said, very levelly, "that you're walking around this city like God put a shield on you that makes you immune to the actual physics of Haloshul, and you're going to learn that He didn't in a way that's going to be very permanent." "My faith—"

“My life is fine on paper. Good job at the marketing firm. Nice enough apartment. Friends who think I have it together. But most nights I feel like I’m drowning and nobody notices because I’m really good at smiling.” I waited for the usual priest stuff, some Bible verse or gentle advice. Instead he stayed quiet for a moment. “That sounds exhausting,” he said finally. His voice was gentle but real. “Carrying all that alone.” “Yeah.” I let out a shaky breath. “It is. I keep thinking if I just work harder or smile bigger, the empty feeling will go away. But it doesn’t. It just gets louder at night.”

I stared at the ceiling above me as tears slowly slipped from the corners of my eyes. “So… this is it, huh?” My voice sounded hollow. “No matter how hard I try…I can’t escape the plot.” The words echoed quietly in the empty room, for a long time, I simply lay there. Broken, exhausted, then slowly…a bitter laugh escaped my lips. “I forgot something important.” My eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. “In this world…There is a god.” But that god wasn’t kind. Wasn’t merciful. Wasn’t fair.