Injustice Gods Among Novels & Stories

More than two weeks had gone by since my in-laws' deaths. I could not leave their remains behind, but Christopher Grayson refused to take my calls or even come home. I had to handle the paperwork myself and deal with the cremation. I remembered distinctly about the thing they told me one day before they met their demise. They wanted to pray to God so Christopher and I would be blessed with a child. Instead, death now separated us. They were lying in coffins, while I stood beside them.

Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next. Their laughter cut straight into me, sharp and merciless. All I felt was utter humiliation and pain. I sat alone outside the courthouse, consumed by a despair I had never known before. Weren't courts meant to stand for fairness and justice? Why had they become a sanctuary for the powerful? Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I wanted was justice. Why was it so impossibly hard? As I bent forward, the medals slipped from my pocket. They clattered against the stone steps before tumbling all the way down.

It's the name of the woman who managed to capture his heart which is hardened by centuries of war, blood, and loss of so many lives. Ares is the God of wars. He was awarded this position 1000's of years ago. He is the one who inflicts war between countries and between kingdoms in the earlier ages. Inflicting pain and destruction is not something that he enjoys. However, he must deliver justice and inflict pain on people based on their karma. That's what he does, doing his duty to punish people for their bad karma. But sometimes, even innocent people get caught up in the crossfire. That's because it's their fate. Their sins from the past lives are catching up with them and they are born to su

"Why do we still keep him alive, he has no more purpose to serve. He has lost favor at the sight of the gods!?" The god of justice, Tovarae stood up from his seat, walking over to to the center of the room, letting his sliver attires sweep the floor while his crystal orbs glossed. He walked forward, grabbing the Ixchel by the hair but with less force. The god of justice gazed at the green orbs of the mortal. "You think this is injustice?" "You gods do whatever you seem fit, caring about no one but your preposterous vanity and ego!"

I can feel the thousands of souls battering inside of me, filled with anger, pain, fury, and this sense of injustice. “It was your job to protect us and you failed!” The figures of light that standing in the center of the battlefield are silent. “We didn’t deserve this!” My voice is hoarse at this point as I am used as a mouth piece for the thousands of souls who suffered, “Our children, our mates, our bodies, everything was violated. Everything was taken from us and you did nothing but watch!” The silence is heavy, permeating the battlefield, everyone frozen, even the elves. Then, the Gods speak.

So I raised my hands and indicated that I had something to say to the assembly, and there was quiet. “ Being a god who has had one on one interaction with humans, it is not fair to use the sins of just a bunch of this humans to perpetuate murder against them and I say that they deserve to be given the alloted two years and if they do not unite then it will justified and justice and not murder “. Zues looked so relieved that if not for how serious the situation is , i would have called him out and laughed. Shiva’s POV

“My point is, I’m America and you’re Peru. You have lived in a world with a completely different way of doing things because YOU are fundamentally different. It’s not fair for me to judge the actions of a celestial being from another realm because they don’t line up with the way we humans handle things. Everything Ezillus said was upsetting and alarming, but there wasn’t something about the way they said it. They were sad and concerned for you and your well-being and everyone else’s during all that, but they didn’t judge you or hate you. They didn’t even seem all that bothered, and it wasn’t because they lacked empathy, it was because for you guys, duking it out through cataclysmic levels o

“But if that isn’t possible, then better it isn’t yours.” He made a lot of sense, to me at least. Removing an injustice rarely led to an end to all injustices. Injustices always keep coming. You deal with one, another comes down the pipe. One DLC after another, even though you paid your sixty quid up front. And the next one could be aimed at you. In fact, if the current injustice actually prevented you from becoming a victim, if killing human children directly led to the priestesses not killing children of other species, it becomes a hard mission to recruit for, righteous or not.

“Well, enough of an old god’s speech. I just wanted you to know that I understand you and empathize with you more than you realize, James.” He had been looking into the god’s eyes throughout the entire confession. James could see the pain and sadness that was contained within. It was as if the weight of the world was continually on the god’s shoulders. Sometimes he kind of felt as if that same thing was happening to him, at least ever since he had found out about the Prophecy. “I understand,” he said before chuckling. “You know, never in a million years did I ever think I would be actually having a conversation with Zeus, the King of the gods. What a year this has been so far.”

Well, it's really weird to ask her that. "Not that I remember." Flynn shrugs. "I don't even like his guts." ... "What do you think? Do you think I impressed her?" Jin asks as his men gather for dinner. They all looked down with his question or if not, they just looked away from him. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks again. "What did Huina tell you the day you turned into a God again?" Huina is the Goddess of Justice that cursed Jinan. Joon asks, using his logic to answer God's question without hurting him.