I Once Saw The Face Of God Novels & Stories

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

I have seen the face of god. It all evaporates, despite that. Like a dream, I sense that all my memories from last night will be gone before noon, the way my climax has escaped me. It does make me sad. My sitter enters as soon as he's aware of my awakening. In the blur of my rousing sight he is radiant. I stare into his loving eyes and I see a hint of my god deep within him.

This was annoying really, but it must be important. "Come in." my whisper carried across the room as the door was pushed from the other side, a boy of 18, with two different color of eyes, blue and green, stood, a cruel smile on his handsome face. He was handsome in a way that a human shouldn't be, because it was dark and feral, it was a scary kind of beauty. Intimidating too. The One who saw God, Balè, The Eternal One.

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

’’ He said and, with the same motion, returned the scenery to that of the underworld. I was awestruck at this and was finally convinced that I was indeed no longer on earth. With this acceptance came the consciousness that I was standing side by side. Alone. With the god of the underworld, I was surprisingly relaxed, which scared me to some extent. I think he noticed this on my face because he suddenly chuckled and, with his grin still in place, he turned to me and said

I asked, touching my face. “Your eyes, ma’am. You can see again,” she said, smiling. “My eyes?” I gasped as I realized. I squealed, jumping out of bed and rushing to the mirror. I could see! I really could see again. I touched my eyes, still in disbelief. “I can see!” I squealed again, stirring Raven awake. I couldn’t contain my joy. I felt whole again. How did this happen? I hadn’t even seen my optician in days. Was this a miracle? Was God finally stepping into my life? My mind filled with joyful thoughts as I paced the room.

The coward had vanished the second he realized the god wasn’t going to be kind. I walked toward the chasm. Michael stepped into view. "What are you doing?" "Stopping it." He started forward, but Andrew stopped him. "Let her." The Veil Sight pulsed fully to life. The world shifted around me. I didn’t see the altar anymore. I saw layers of time. Broken faces. Blood offerings. Hundreds of years of worship, all leading to this moment. I saw the god’s eye. It blinked. Not with lids—with memories. And it saw me.

I whisper. "You are no god. Just a self-obsessed, obnoxious, unworthy, mortal man who called himself a god,” He speaks and it doesn’t take me long to realize that he is repeating my words from that night. There are these unknown guilt and pain in his eyes. Words won’t be able to capture them. “Guess you were right,” He adds. My chest weights down with my own words coming out of his mouth. “I... -”

Though beauty is not something that can be decided about oneself subjectively… But anyway, I judged based on my opinion… If I say my little sis is cute, then you’d have no choice but to think she’s cute. In other words, she’s talented and beautiful— exactly what Persia had told me. And the word ‘unfair’ had crossed my mind for a moment. The thought of the God of Creation to be ‘unfair’, crossed my mind— until I saw her expression. A pained expression that I could never forget— that etched deep into my heart. The God of Creation was too fair, in fact. I know she suffered through hell once. Such a thing was not supposed to happen to a young teenage human girl like her. That’s why, as who she i

I felt relieved when she got pushed away from me. “ What the fuck is wrong with you ?” I heard Ashton yelled in anger, I faced down not able to look at his face. Oh God help me, I can't let them see my face without makeup. It seems God answered my silent prayer, I felt a cloth on my face and being drag away by somebody. I heard the click of the door opening and the sound of it closing then all the sudden, I could see again. I could see the pure light God created trickle down from the small window making everywhere bright.