Gustav Dore Divine Comedy Novels & Stories

"We used the Coffin of the Gods to create a natural, genuine deity. Caleb is our hope, so I hope the strange spirit of the coffin wouldn't interfere with our plan to create a god!" Even Eldin had stopped fanning himself, his eyes narrowing as he said, "Still, it's called the Coffin of the Gods, while we're trying to create a god. It's just a little…" Everyone appeared troubled too and turned toward Lux, who was staring at his chessboard. His eyes were glued to it the whole time, the chessboard the cosmos and all existence the chess pieces. "See anything, Lux?" Eldin asked. "Nope," Lux replied, his face turning pale and bleeding out from his lips.

Veronica's POV He looks like a star when soft moonlight touches his face. He tilted his head up and took a sip of his wine. Is this man real? Because he really looks like a fallen angel, despite the fact that he is the devil inside. He knows that I am looking at him and I don't care. "I never thought I would get married." He is still looking at the sky while twirling his wine in the glass.

God, is the existence of the high and mighty, overlooking the multitude of beings every move, but now, the souldevouring demonic flower swept the human world, wars all over the world, corpses everywhere, why, there is no God to save all beings . "Haha!" Xiao Dust tilted his head and laughed, his long hair fluttering behind his shoulders as he coldly said, "God? What is a god? Shouldn't a god bless all beings? But why, why is everyone dead? God can't even protect himself, what qualifications does he have to call himself a god in front of mortals!"

It looks like an ocean nymph, a very alluring beauty that will drown anyone to the deepest of the blue. Father Henry found himself drawn inexorably towards Khana, as the final hymn swelled and the congregation rose in unison. Their eyes met once more, and in that fleeting moment, the barriers that separated them crumbled like ancient ruins beneath the weight of history. He's trying hard not to melt with those eyes, but his body won't even listen to his mind.

“Get a chicken roast.” “Chicken roast it is.” The waitress came back and placed my wine on the table. “For the lady.” “Thank you.” “And for the KGB man,” she put the vodka in front of him. Oh fuck why did she say that? I nearly crawled under the table. “Excuse me?” Dimitri asked, looking directly at her. “Err sorry it was a joke,” her face looked like she just shit herself. “A joke?” “Dimitri,” I said slowly. He looked up at me and shook his head.

Before disregarding any notion of embarrassment, I pushed the door open. Giovanni was laid on the bed, one arm folded behind his head while the other clutched a book. His long muscular legs were crossed at the ankles and I gulped audibly at how irresistible he looked. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment again?” I asked as irritation itched at my throat. Giovanni remained stoic, his eyes still trained on the novel in his hand. I sat on the end of the bed, staring at his nonchalant form. The title in his hand caught my eye, ‘La Divina Commedia’. (The Divine Comedy) I smiled at the book in his hand.

I said, and they agreed with me. "So what do we do now, Don?" Gustavo said. He was Mathias' friend, but they were all under me now. "We must combine our resources and find out all we can about that cult. They have attacked us from the shadows and backed us against the wall. It is time we find them out and push back. We must eradicate them, be they family, friends or foe. We must move to destroy and eradicate them because they would not hesitate to do the same to us." I said, and everyone agreed. They were all angry and felt insulted. We were bosses, Alphas, and these people had made a mockery of us.

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.