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The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t insult my intelligence. I was nearly struck down by lightning by someone who cursed you and because they hate you, want me dead. It’s simple deduction. Jartre is the only God with the power to shatter worlds and harness the power of lightning. A God who can rip a hole through the very fabric of existence, which is why he’s called the God of Gods.” “Could have been a raitruum who attacked,” he says feebly, his words sending an unpleasant zap through my spine. I scoff, “You don’t even believe that. Besides, I’m friends with the raitruum and they wouldn’t do that. Are you really going to tell me I’m wrong? All this time I was thinking a makkari was doing this. I even thou

Why wasn't he killing me then? "Still, I can't believe that the power went to someone like you." He brought a finger to his lips and watched amusingly. "I mean, I did everything possible. I thought it could come out somewhere close to me but it went too far. And now that I'm close, it's not fully developed. The irony of everything." He glanced at his watch. "It's like the Goddess is playing games with me." He straightened his suit. "I have real big plans for you. Everyone has high expectations, I just hope you are up to hand for it. I hope you aren't a disappointment and that your development is positive."

This was Eve’s main task. The con woman replied with pride. “You’ve seen the conversations. I’ll forward the files of the rest of his messages. From the looks of it, he is hopelessly in love with a fake persona who he’ll never be able to see or hear from ever again. He’s actually still waiting for a ghost to show up. I’d say you got more than what you asked for.” The other line was silent when Eve thought her client should’ve been celebrating. Then, the girl spoke with trepidation, “I-I did the right thing. He deserves it, r-right? If he was a better man, this wouldn’t have happened…”

Obviously, the chat was fake. "Sebastian, this is fake! You have to believe me!" I was so anxious that tears welled up in my eyes. However, Sebastian didn't believe me at all. He simply said, "Joan, I never thought you could be so evil! Apologize to Cassandra right now." I was stunned by his reaction. A bitter feeling welled up in my heart. We had been together for so many years and endured many challenges. In the end, was Cassandra still the person he trusted most?

A nod of acknowledgment towards his two comrades and the plan was known and confirmed; words weren’t necessary. Blakeney stayed in the center as he and Oliver stalked slowly sideways. So far, so good. The heads moved to follow each of them in turn. Now, they only had to deal with one horrible nightmare apiece. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and breathed deeply. With his exhalation, he let go of his humanity. He locked up all thoughts of love and death, allowing the divinity within to have free reign. The god inside of him readily took over. “Spawn of Hades!” James bellowed with supreme authority. Even Blakeney glanced sideways in awe. “You do not belong here in this realm. In the name

Suddenly recognized that the notebook the child was clutching in his hand was the book of life and death, but he didn't resemble the god of death, so who was he in the end? "Leprechaun? So you're a goblin," the youngster replied flatly, "and it's uncommon to see an elf that diligently serves the gods in this world; you must be exhausted, right?" "INSOLENT," I yelled, drawing the attention of the onlookers. A dense fog engulfed us, causing everything to become blurry. The folks outside couldn't see what we were doing and didn't seem to mind when a thick and unusual fog developed in the center of Italy. This is how the gods avoided invading the human realm; they even put on a special fog to di

His eyes burned gold, twin suns behind stormcloud lashes, and when they found Caelum, the weight of that gaze pinned him harder than any cuff. The one who had dared touch him prostrated instantly. “The offering, my Lord,” he croaked. “As foretold…” Velis approached like sin given shape. Black as judgment, elegant as a blade unsheathed. “How disappointing,” he murmured, circling like a trainer appraising a trembling new pet. “The legends promised a prince. I see only a half-broken toy.” His gloved hand touched Caelum’s shoulder— and it was the softness of the leather that made it unbearable.

Justin could swear that his cock twitched in anticipation. It wasn't helping that after she pulled him to herself,his cock positioned itself on her entrance and he could feel her warmth through the fabric. Gosh! This was getting out of hand. His emotionless Goddess just turned to a lethal seductress and he was helpless when it came to her.

A skeletal tree, fossilized for generations, suddenly bloomed. Its black flowers opened. And screamed. In the Pale Court, mirrors burst into ash. Prophets clawed at their throats, gagging on their own tongues as visions overtook them. In the Hollow Vale, the soil began to pulse. With heat. With sorrow. With something worse than vengeance, Expectation. A shape rose. Not bone. Not man. A god made of hunger, grief, and the dust of old queens’ promises. The God Below did not rise for crowns.