Gods Of Guilt 소설 & 이야기

A soft white light glowed, lighting the pictures of the Goddess Mediocris watching over the lands and permeating them with her healing light. Just from the sight of the Goddess, Amelia could feel her heart and thoughts beginning to settle. Even if the world around her were to fall apart, her faith and love for the Goddess would always keep her going. Stopping Amelia, fixed her gaze on Mediocris. Placing her hands before her, she said a quick prayer in the way of a morning greeting. Although she would be doing so later with the rest of the sister’s, it never hurt to say one extra for good measure.

He offers me his hand and I take it. “Can you make it stop? The guilt?” He scratches above his eyebrow in thought then lets out a small breath. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Demons feel guilt too. For limited things of course, but they do.” I chew on my lip. “How did you get over it then? Your guilt.”

I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities. ”I didn’t know you were interested in those kind of books, I thought you only love history books because that’s what I always saw you were reading.” I said to her still looking at the book. Weird. I don’t like that kind of book, but I think I wanna read them because of my weird dreams. A figment scattered dreams of mine that felt like true. I saw green eyes of a man and woman whose blurry in my dream, then I heard about god of I don’t know.

And now the combined remains of the gods have made a very strong body to sustain his soul. "No wonder I felt that power as if it were being sucked into a black hole. Even if I've sucked the power out of it, my body isn't quite right yet. It's so perfect, it should fit the physical equivalent of the gods. But consider that even the gods felt the pain, too..." Xiao Long reflects on what she went through. When receiving the memories of the gods, Xiao Long also felt all the pain. Because these gods were not born gods, but they were creatures of a gradual cultivation and of incalculable pain that eventually reached its peak.

“And someone connected to the audit division. Only five people saw the land files before they were sealed. I’m already narrowing it down.” He nodded once. No praise or thanks, just the acknowledgement of trust. That’s what made him terrifying. That’s why I’d followed him into every storm until now. “We need to get ahead of this,” the Deputy Chief said, voice tight. “Spin it hard, deflect, and shift blame.” “No,” the Governor said. “We don’t spin. We punch back.” Everyone fell quiet. Then the Governor looked at me. “Victoria.” I lifted my eyes. “Tell us how we fight back.”

Even from where I was, cradled in Khaled’s arms, I could feel the tension coil like a spring between them. Helena didn’t flinch, her gaze fixed on me, yet I sensed her awareness of the Goddess beside her, the silent acknowledgment that the stakes had just grown higher. The God of Lust’s eyes flicked from me to the Goddess and back again, a slow, deliberate narrowing, like he was marking the boundaries none were allowed to cross. “I see you’ve arrived,” his voice rumbled, low and measured, but the edge in it was unmistakable. The Goddess of Fertility and Birth lifted her chin, her presence calm yet unyielding. “Seems like you don’t want me here,” she replied, her tone smooth but carrying a we

Rupert often followed her orders, and he'd do whatever she said. "Rupert…" At that moment, Rupert's gaze was hollow. He glanced at her coldly before looking away. "Why… Why must you treat me… like this…" Selena screamed. Soon, her last trace of hope died alongside her body. A strong wave of emptiness surged into my brothers' hearts immediately. They reflected on their own actions greatly, but remorse and agony continued to torment them to no end. Out of sheer intolerance toward the mistakes they had made, all of them ended up taking their own lives.

Something twisted deep in my chest. It was guilt. It felt heavy and suffocating, it clawed its way up to my chest in a way I absolutely loathed. Maybe I went too far. The thought filled my head before I could stop it. Even worse, Elara’s words echoed in my head like poison… “Karma is a patient hunter… You spit on a sacred bond, and the gods will make you choke on it.” I wanted to scoff out loud at the ridiculousness of those words. My lips curled in disgust at the thoughts I had let myself go through earlier. It wasn't me, this wasn’t me.

'Well not too sure I like the sounds of that, but hey most the known world already wants me dead, why not a few gods too? "Do you really think the gods are going to give their greatest assets to humans who can fall to corruption on the drop of a hat? You are close to two fallen goddesses. More so you've formed pacts with them, even if mine is only a minor one. If they haven't noticed you, they will. And eventually they'll see you as a threat." "Fuck the gods. They've never paid attention to me since the day I was born. Why would they start now?"

“I, the Goddess of light, hold to protect the light and pure heart that shed the endless blessing of this fragment creation.” “I, the God of dark, hold to contain the dim from the chaos that bounds, that will ring the trouble from the perfect harmony beyond this silent death.” Taking the hand of the first keys everything from the simple beginning became the clouded truth of the sin of greed. “Having the hand of the dark, owning the hollow of time and space and creating the unknown dimensions, will only crumble everything.” “Then let me have everything and be the one soul God.” Swallowed by the sin of greed from the misty mind behind the tempted heart emerges the sin of a glutton as the God t