God Of Ruin Audiobook の小説・ストーリー

*Dedication* For the ones who swore they weren’t into MM until it was Bram and Renzo. You lied. And you liked it. I wrote this for you. Welcome Home Sinner:) **************************************************** RENZO POV “He’s awake.” The voice sounded far away like it had to cut through thick water to reach me. My head throbbed, not just with pain, but with pressure. Like my skull was full of gunpowder and someone had already lit the fuse. My throat was dry. My chest felt heavy. And every inch of my body screamed like I’d been hit by a damn truck.

*** Light swallowed everything again, but this time, I guided it. My body dissolved, reshaped. Bones to silver. Blood to flame. Thought to echo. I felt each god’s voice strike me like lightning, each one another piece of eternity trying to claim me. But I was not just theirs. I was the First’s heir. I was the silence that followed divinity. They struck. I fed. The world shook. From the ruins below, Julian watched as the gods’ forms began to collapse, their light drawn into me like rivers into an ocean. The air convulsed. The red sky fractured into white. His voice reached me faintly—one last echo through the storm.

In his place was a predator, untamed, frightening, and completely lethal. I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, hands shaking. I closed my eyes, praying, whispering fragments of prayers I hadn’t spoken in years. God, keep me alive. God, keep him alive. Keep me sane, just for a moment. Just long enough. When I opened my eyes, I saw Robert entering the room, his steps measured, his face hard but pale. He glanced at me, his voice low and bitter. “You will fix this mess,” he said, every word dripping with anger and disappointment. “You will endure him. You will survive.”

Samael jumped down from the beast and marched up the stairs, leaving me alone. My face flushed, and I looked around, silently pleading for someone to help me. The beast was almost twice my size. There was no one I would come down on my own without making a fool of myself. “Your hand” The man who Samael had a silent conversation with walked up to me. “My name is Adler. I’m the Beta. I won’t let you fall.” He explained as though he could read the million and one doubts in my mind as I eyed his outstretched hand.

“Then redefine the parameters.” A pause. Longer this time. The system didn’t answer immediately. And that— that meant it was doing something deeper. Rewriting. Re-evaluating. Adjusting foundational logic. Adrian’s voice came again, quieter. “It’s not just listening anymore.” “I know,” she whispered. “It’s integrating.” The air in the room changed. Subtle. But undeniable. The hum softened. The pressure in her head eased. Not gone— but no longer crushing. And then—

Chapter 2: The Altar of Ruin Trope:Forbidden / Clergy / Corruption Heat Level:[NOIR X3] "Look at what you’ve done to me." His voice didn't just break the silence.. it shattered it. He hauled me out of the confessional, his hand clamped around my wrist so tightly I could feel the ridge of his callous pressing into my bone. He wasn't the man of God anymore. He was just a man, sweating and shaking, his eyes dark with a decade of repressed hunger.

I could feel my mom walking right behind me. My eyes took in the man in the living room. He was the splitting image of my father. Just a little older with hair greying at the temples. He was seated on one of the chairs, pausing mid conversation with my dad. I gave him a small bow, with a small smile on my lips. “Hello, grandfather,” I said calmly. His lips were twisted in a sneer. “Melanie,” he said. I could literally taste the disgust in his voice. “You survived.”

"Is there any chance my father knows about it?" "Unlikely. The entrance was sealed with Daevari magic. Only someone of my blood can open it, and as far as anyone knows, I'm the last of my kind." Eron moved away from the window and sat in the chair across from me, his movements careful and deliberate. "But getting there will be the problem. The ruins are in the Blackthorn Range, high in the mountains. The only path passes within sight of three Crescent Fang outposts." "So we'd have to sneak through territory crawling with my father's soldiers, climb a mountain, break into an ancient vault, and get back out again. All while Aldrich is preparing for war and probably expecting me to try somethin

The air tasted like ash and stale blood. I rested my palm on the shattered archway and shoved magic through the mortar until it howled. Not out loud. Not in any way that a sane person could hear. But the ruins heard. They warped to my touch, split where they needed to split, and devoured my magic like famished demons at a feast. Whatever had been here had been holy once. A chapel. Maybe a crypt. Ruins was more fitting. Ruins worshipped forgotten gods.