Loki God Of Chaos の小説・ストーリー

He fell to the ground, the explosion throwing him to the ground. Why was this happening? His plan was perfect! All he had to do was infuse Chaos into the earth, and he would be strong enough to beat Fos at his own game! He wanted to be free, but why are these mortals and gods keeping him from the one thing he wanted the most? Why? “Why!?”, he screamed, as he exploded with energy once more, his body getting covered with armour. It covered his entire body, the obsidian colour contrasting with the red pouring from the eyes, chest and limbs.

So Order had to settle things yet again but how? In their contemplation Order soon thought, “What if We all made one thing together and decided to leave to our own special planes checking in every so often to see how these beings are doing.” Deciding this was their best shot they approached the others with this idea and they liked it. So each of the four gods decided two gifts to give this being. Creation chose Imagination and Love Order chose Justice and Diplomacy Darkness Chose Choice and Knowledge And finally Chaos wanting to keep things being a double edged sword decided to give Humanity Luck and Karma.

Now, I have a chance to see his face. But, I guess the destiny doesn't want that to happen. We're in the midst of darkness and only the light from the moom gives us a fine eye-sight in there. And when he finally faced me, I saw the paired of purple eyes. That eyes... My heart began to pound. #30

Still by cunning, Loki offered to bring Hoder the ash trunk that he would use to shape the new Baldur, the magnificent and beloved god. Loki brought him a crooked trunk with a huge bump that he hid behind a veil of deception. Hoder spent moons molding a Man who would resemble his twin brother. And when finished, Loki led Hoder to the room where Odin was lying, after making him look like Frigg, Odin's wife. Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life.

Chloe looked at her parents in turn. They were trying to figure out how to keep Jeff away from the girl named Brizella. "She's a little dangerous. Her mother is the Queen of Werewolfia, while her father is a human hunter," Chloe said. "She could be the goddess you told Chloe about," Jeanna replied. "According to the prophecy, the Goddess cannot be defeated by anyone, including vampires," Alonzo said. "I thought Jeff was just in a relationship with a normal human, but she's from Werewolfia!" Chloe said.

It was his first time conceiving such an idea. He walked to his chamber and sat in silence to observe his loom. It was no ordinary loom, it was made from various elements including bones of titans. He watched it weave and unweave destinies as it spun blue love threads, gold birth and death threads and red threads for other gods. His throne was carved from onyx and veined with pulsating veins of crystalized time. Axel sits here in silence, surrounded by floating parchments and living quills that write the ever-changing stories of the universe. Waterfalls of liquid light descend from invisible heights, forming quiet pools where memories and possible futures float like leaves on still water.

Her eyes were gorgeous, her lips luscious and her visage as beautiful as the moon. Beside him was a man in white robes, having a towering figure and good looks. Seeing them, Caleb nodded. "My lord. My lady." The man in white robes was indeed Hark Lazuli, the first son of Grendel Lazuli, the Lord of Zoronda, and his daughter Luna. Hark's tone was neutral as he said, "Zoronda's greatest prodigy has really returned, but you had to cause such a huge mess as soon as you're back. Never a dull moment with you, huh?"

After he spoke Lucifer let Morgan and Lucan spoke to them and say hi. A long silence follow as Sloth, Greed and Lust looked at both of them Allistair met their stares with quiet defiance, silver and black eyes gleaming. “I am Chaos. Son of Lilith. Born from her, but never claimed by Heaven nor Hell. And yes—” He glanced at Lucifer, voice softening. “He is my mate.” Lucifer’s gaze burned with both pride and warning. “Speak another word, and I’ll make you remember why they call me the Morningstar.”

Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. Do you know how disturbing that is for someone like me? I feel like my entire personality folder got corrupted. Luca keeps calling it “character development,” like he’s personally responsible for this emotional glow-up. Sofia pats my cheek sympathetically and tells me heartbreak builds empathy. Empathy. No thank you. But then something shifts in the air. Like a disturbance in the force. Like the universe whispering, Heads up, King — chaos is coming. So I finally look up and see an eight-year-old girl annihilate my front display like she’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bookstore Drift.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.