I Am The Punishment Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?

I screamed through the deafening sound of the thunder and lightning dancing right over us. He shakes his head, “Selfish humans who invaded the island thousands of years ago and offended my mother and fooled her. They fooled her and made her do unforgivable things.” “What… What are you talking about?” I asked and went completely stiff when his eyes went all white. “People who trespassed this island and tricked my mother will never be forgiven and released. Humans should be punished because all of you are the same. Greedy. Selfish. Hateful. Implacable. Sinners.” He grits his teeth as he holds his very long cane which has now turned black.

he says forcefully. I don’t know what it was, but it was like a wall inside me came crashing down and every shred of anger I have buried over the years came flying out. A pulse of energy burst from me like a bomb, and I could feel my eyes had changed as I looked at the eyes of my creator who doomed me to a life of suffering. “Why? Do you Gods get some sick pleasure from watching us suffer? You have rules against intervening? That’s a bald-faced lie!” I rant in a rush.

“This is my punishment.” “Punishment from who?!” he shouted, his hand with the soup shaking, and it poured on his hand, scalding hot, but he didn't even flinch. “From God? From some divine being? That’s fucking bullshit, Isabella. The only punishment here is the one you’re giving yourself, and it’ll be your fucking end!” I said nothing and just closed my eyes, tears slipping out. “I’ll force it down your throat if I have to,” he snarled, but I knew he wouldn't.

"Because I slaughtered your precious creations." "If I were still angry about that, you wouldn't be standing here." The light shifted softly around me. "I am the Divine Authority. I abandoned the Earth and its gods to their choices long ago. You were given freedom, and freedom carries consequences, so I do not interfere. I do not mourn your decisions. If you discover a way beyond those consequences, then you discover one." I lowered my gaze. "It doesn't feel that simple." "No?" "I feel..." The words resisted me. "As though I've committed a crime so singular that you've answered it with a punishment meant only for me."

“Pfauen, what is the cruelest punishment in heaven?” Pfauen looked at her, and hesitated for a long time before speaking: “I don't know, but I heard there is a punishment called ice and fire of hell. That is, the guilty gods will be pushed into hell, alternately subjected to the torture of ice and fire, until their bodies and souls are destroyed. The higher the magic power of the gods, the longer the suffering time and the more pain..." She remembered the God of Fire León de Fuego once said: “If I deceive you then I will have to endure the most painful punishment of the nine worlds.”

I stare at my feet. "Why did you mention him so much?" He asks. "Do I?" My eyes widened one more time. He silently nods. I inhale and exhale continuously, "I want to punish him, not God, not someone else."I pause, " I don't believe in God. If there is one. He must have not written such heartache in our life. There wouldn't be any crime on the earth, only good people." "Wrong!" I glance at him with furrowed brows, "God exists in people like you." He holds my hand, "He loves all."

Then he inhaled and exhaled. "There's no telling what I can do, honestly, Mrs. Crawley. The wrath of God is righteous, yet it brings the punishment for the errors of fathers upon sons and daughters, and grandsons and granddaughters, and continues down all through the generation. If you piss, stress or delay me too much, I might just make the call and start the collateral damage with Maya. I have eyes on her already as we speak and only just a call is needed to bring hell early to her.

“However, we cannot intervene in the course of history; even beings like us have rules, and we risk divine punishment.” “Can I take responsibility for these punishments?” I asked, despite my fear of more pain that could be inflicted on me. “Your heart is pure, but a soul could never endure such punishment… Even deities turn to dust after so much suffering!” Destiny maintained its hidden image; it was only a silhouette of light. “Forgive me for so much suffering, but we have faith in you. Now, wake up, hybrid; your alpha awaits you.” “Please…” I spoke to nothing, awakening and being caressed on the face by my companion.

If it is, I hate her. “You must be a witch like her, not a god!” I am cursing the diety in my head. Everything about your punishment for Leroy because of his father’s sin was flawed. You don’t deserve to have any command over us!” I continue cursing. My head feels heavy and I am suddenly so drowsy.