Novel & Cerita Goddess Of Life And Death

“Correct. So now does the lich have that?” I shook my head in answer. The Goddess folded her hands and replied, “Creating a living being is an art of the Gods or Goddesses…not demons. They cannot create living beings like we do. But they keep trying…and now they have realized that no matter how much they try, they need a little support from us… the very Gods and goddesses they defy” I thought hard and abruptly cut her, “So, my blood is that source of reanimating dead beings?”

She gave him a raised eyebrow. “I’m a hybrid you know.” She told him. “I have more than one form.” Though she wasn’t as big nor as impressive as her brothers, but she was a goddess of the underworld. She could control death. She could bring death up and let the dead walk if she wanted to. So what she lacked in size she made up for in power.

she whispered. "Choose what?" "Between love... and life." I shook my head. "That's not fair." "To break the curse, something must be lost." "I have lost enough!" I shouted. My voice cracked like glass. She raised her hand and fire swirled around her and the ground shook. "You carry the soul of the goddess," she said. "You are her vessel. The curse ends only when the Reaper's Claim is denied." "What does that mean?" I asked, but she was already fading.

No one dared to act rashly. It had been a long time since the Novem Skies had produced a new god of war. That was why things had ended up like this. Just as the situation fell into a stalemate, my wife and sister-in-law arrived. My wife was Nerissa Loden, and she was the goddess of water. My sister-in-law, Aurelia Ignis, was the goddess of fire. The moment I saw them, I subconsciously tightened my clenched fists, while Noctis' gaze turned icy.

, she said as she began. “The world has always been divided into realms”, she began. “Some say it started with the four sisters. The four Goddesses. The Goddess of the Moon, the Goddess of the Sun, The Goddess of the Earth and the Goddess of Darkness. They were said to have been close and did everything together. One day, the Goddess of the Earth sculpted a figure for their mother. It was said to have been in their image. Their mother, the Goddesses of life, loved the figure so much that she gave it life. The figure became a man and served the four sisters”, she told.

Wait, am I like Kai? She turned her head toward Draven and said, reverent now, “It makes sense. The moon goddess — she has chosen her vessel. Kai was just the first. The two of you together—” She waved her hands like a child showing off a treasure. “The most powerful being is not one of you alone. It is you two. Death brings life— power.” She stared at me like I was a miracle she had not dared hope to see. “I am glad,” she whispered. “I am glad I lived to see this.”

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

A question that'd bugged him for eons on end. He was the God of Death. Every living creature followed a cycle of birth, growth, transformation, and peak that could only be completed when they crossed the gate of the Underworld. As the God of Death, he assisted every being in concluding their final journey. He wasn't a curse, or the harbinger of bad luck, but the ultimate truth of life. And the Goddess of Life...she was his other half. Where she (life) began, he (death) ended, and where he (death) ended, she (life) began. They were two sides of the same coin.

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.