Komik I M An Evil God 소설 & 이야기

It hurts me deeply, scaring my ears and senses. He laughs. "At least I kept my little Eve alive," he teases - a reference to an old, dusty-covered brown book of symbols and prophets. "I am the one true GOD," he boasts, bringing us to a landing by what looks to be a decent-sized civilization. "So there are people alive!" I cry with excitement. "Not people," he tuts and ways a finger in my eyes. "Men!" That last word drips with venom. His fangs bear and he looks less human and more wolf, just for a split second.

I let out a slow breath and turned to face her. Her expression was blank, but I knew she was watching for something. A flicker of what was underneath. A crack in the surface. I didn’t give it to her. Instead, I smiled, soft and vacant, and let my fingers curl into the hem of my sleeve. “…Okay.” The child returned. And the game began. CONTENT WARNING This book contains dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution. • Psychological manipulation (gaslighting, mind games, blurred reality)

Dark thoughts, like cutting him open and feeding his body to some wild dogs were slinking and prowling around the edge of my mind, but I pushed them aside. It wasn’t the time to do so. “I might let you live, you never can tell.” I shrugged my shoulders , my left hand in my pants pocket and my right still holding the silver dagger which might be the weapon fashioned against him in no time. “I squandered your money, Capo.” Milano raised his gaze up at me, his hair covered in sweat stuck to his forehead and his bloodied teeth blaring at me. The fucker was laughing at me in a mocking way that made my skin crawl and my vision covered in red.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”

That answer removed the humor from the conversation. For a moment, she remembered the Blood God. Another being who spent thousands of years alone. Another creature the world called a monster without understanding why. A thought entered her mind. "Are you really evil?" The man's eyes became distant. A long time passed before he answered. "I do not know." That answer was worse than a yes. "What does that mean?" "It means the concepts of good and evil did not exist when I was born. I was alone in the endless nothing. There was no life to protect, no death to fear, and no future to consider."

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

This wielder of the Sinalawatan is no other than the tyrant sea God—Amanikable. Amanikable—the sea God with ferocious-looking oceanic-blue eyes, and an ill-tempered attitude that resembles the waves changing its approach on the shore from time to time. Why hadn't I notice it until now that this man they call master, the man who had held me here captive, and the man who had just saved me now is no other than the sea God, Amanikable? Is it because he's too modern-looking to be a God? He's too human in my vision to be compared to a mythical God? I shouldn't be surprised. I've already met the moon Goddess and even encountered the moon-eating beast, why would I even doubt their existence now?

Best to keep silent, indeed, we walked side by side in silence for a while. Then he asked, “Eloise, have you ever heard a story?” “Hmm? What story?” “I came across it as a child. I don’t remember the book, but I remember the story vividly. It says that when God was creating man, He had to leave halfway. The devil came, saw the unfinished man, and smeared filth on him. When God returned, the man was so dirty He couldn’t clean him. God turned him over, clean inside out, hiding the filth. It explains why the human heart is corrupt, and why humans excrete materially.”

The Figure asked when The Image stopped. Silence. “Who are you?” The Figure’s skin was moist. “I am your god.” It said. The Figure’s face wore confusion. The only illumination in the empty space; the bulb, went dead. The whole room was swallowed by darkness “Confess me as your Lord and Savior.” “NEVER!” A sudden chill filled the air. “Pity.” There was a thud. The Image screamed. “Stop it! Why are you tormenting me?” “If only you had agreed from the beginning, you would’ve still been whole. But now, you are… below human. Why do you prove to be stubborn?”

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"