Novel & Cerita Gods Of Guilt

“When I met her again, it was after I obtain godhood also waiting for the accommodation of the authority and uniqueness. She was still the sister I knew, she smiled and embraced me. Her words congratulating me. I felt the strong strike of guilt and confusion as why she was still alive. It’s been a hundred years after the war ended, then I found out it was because she was special. Only people blessed by nature and gods can obtain long life, but it can’t extend a thousand year. “She was neither. She was blessed by the Creator itself. I could help but feel guilty yet again jealous and hatred for myself.” She looks at me, looking profound and gentle, “I buried those emotions, until new gods appe

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.

This law was made and sealed and the result of disobedience was that any child resulting from such union would bring an end to the god race entirely. For years the gods kept the pact and each kept to their own pantheons and people. Generations of men came and went, new gods were born and the pact was taught from one generation of gods to the next. Soon the pact was not mentioned again but there was a silent agreement among the gods to keep to themselves. Until Helena…

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.”

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

says mother in desperation. I stand there in shock as I’m hit with wave after wave of shocking information. It’s like truth vomit just pouring out of my mother without an end in sight. The story I thought I knew about my animai being the first sanguidae ended up being so much worse. I’m somehow paying for some love triangle among three Gods that resulted in Gods being killed and cursed. The very Orraikam I protect, the remnants of Fretez’s magic, only exists because a Goddess thought screwing over two other Gods would be amusing. I’ve always defended the Gods, but fucking hell, no wonder most people hate them. We’re all suffering because of their petty fucking drama. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

his duties. The Supreme beings decided that they would have to replace him. There was the need for a god of death and justice so there could be balance. So Rayous and Macous were appointed the new gods. Rayous the god of death and justice and Macous the god of Life and Mercy. Poor Ephrem lost his job because unlike other jobs death and life justice and mercy were opposite sides and had to come from the same line. When Nifrem returned home, he found out what had happened and didn't take it likely. He released his brother. Being manipulative, he was able to convince his brother that Rayous and Macous were the ones that manipulated him to do what he did and they were able to get to him because