Novel & Cerita God Was Real And He Hated Us

“You were completely devoted! Why are you turning that into something to be ashamed of?” I inhaled deeply, steadying myself before speaking again. “No… if I’m being honest…” My voice softened, “I’m grateful the Goddess didn’t bind me to Soren!” She froze. I clenched my jaw and pushed through the words. “The wolves we fell in love with are scumbags. They’re fucking scammers! Yes, I prayed to the Moon Goddess, and she was generous enough, because imagine what my life would’ve been like if I’d kept believing in Soren!”

Fawn said, sad that her sister now felt this way about a God she once adored. “Don’t I? He disowned me because I fell in love. He cast me out of Heaven and made me barren. I adopted a child and he hated that I was happy without him so he took that child away. What kind of Father does all of that to his child and expect her to still love him? He’s an evil God,” She said angrily. “Father is not evil,” Fawn argued. “If you came here to defend him, I don’t want to hear it. Leave, Fawn. Get out of here. Go back to heaven and leave me alone,” She screamed and splashed the river water on Fawn.

So, if she were to attack with the same aggression as the opposing party, what kind of representative of Christ would she be? After all, 2 Timothy 2 vs 24 to 25 said to teach the opposing party gently and kindly. And her mom had been right. Joel didn't hate God because HE was God. He hated God because he believed HE refused to save his mom. Because God had abandoned him. She had been at a loss for words and felt sorry for him. She couldn't be sure he believed any of the things she had said to him that night, but she was certain his silence meant he had been listening. She had meant every word she said and could only hope they had positively impacted his life.

I am good. I followed the rules, always did my best, and yet one bad thing after another happens to me. And yet my father, a bad man, is alive while nearly half a dozen people lay six feet beneath the earth for being good. How does this make any sense? How is this God's will? Why does God punish the good? Fuck God’s will. Fuck God in general. Didn't I make it clear that I don't want to hear from him anymore? That I want nothing to do with him, or anything remotely related to him?

“You are not acting like a king. You are acting like a man possessed.” His hands tighten briefly then loosen like he is forcing himself not to grab me again. “The moon goddess is the reason we exist,” he says, his voice hard and wounded at the same time. “She created us. She bound us. She gave us mates for a reason.” “And I hate her for it,” I say without hesitation. He stares at me like I just confessed to murder. “Why,” he demands. “Why would you hate your creator so much. She made you in her image. In her likeness. Even humans remain faithful to the god who created them. Why can you not.”

Being with one Goddess for an eternity was like wearing the same shirt your whole life and never switching it. "My wife would be the one Goddess in the universe that doesn't like sharing and will not accept anything but faithfulness, it's not even funny Lucas. I'm a God for Gods sake." Luther said not at all laughing at this fact. It angered him that Gods were fucking with his life. If his wife didn't want to share fine but to have Gods reporting back to her was pissing him off.

I replied as the wild lands of Georgia passed by on both sides of the road. “Great,” he said, his voice full of the kind of sarcasm only a fourteen-year-old boy could manage. “You might actually like it,” I said. “You never know.” Instead of replying, he sighed, reached over, and turned on the radio. “When Moses came down from the mountain, he saw that his people had turned away from God—” He rolled his eyes and switched the station. “Job knew that God loved him, even while his life was falling apart. That’s how we should all—”

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

"What have you been fighting?" "Everyone! No one loves me. Every time I think I'm loved, I'm rejected. You're here now, but for how long? After you've had your fill of using me, you'll hook up with some woman and then abandon me for another five years! Is this what your God lets you do?" "That's not God, but me, baby. Please forgive me, but daily I fight my demons. If it weren't for my belief in God, they would have consumed me decades ago."