Nietzsche And God Novels & Stories

voice” “Excuse me?” I tried to sound offended but failed. “Is she with you?” “She is not” my voice rose in defense. “Nathan… you told me you are both over and she does not even want to see you and somehow she is now in your home? What the hell is going on?” “I do not know how else to explain it but I am going to say this… there is a divine power at work” Christian scoffed at this “Give me a break, Nathan and spill”

“The girls we were with last time, they got kidnapped by the One True God. You know him?” Nabbo nodded. “Of course. He’s a great guy. Not like those other gods, always demanding stuff and never answering prayers.” He took the pipe off Joshaya — had to yank it out of his grasp — and got back to puffing. His face relaxed (even more). You could tell he’d missed it, those last five minutes. “What’s he like, this god?” I asked. “He’s chill,” said Nabbo, which wasn’t really helpful. “And the seven women he has with him? The priestesses? Or witches or whatever.”

Maybe many had suffered, in accord with Investigator Pinto’s allusion to similar attacks, patterns, MOs. And the man who had taken Uiara Cunhedo away? Maybe he had been poisoned by the surviving sister, who had been poisoned by her godlike brother, to whom we were all, men and women alike, samples. Maybe it was just that twisted. Maybe the son had become a more demented version of the father, and the sister had projected the brother upon her lovers, who accepted the fantasy with enthrallment, awe. Maybe her brother had let me kill him because he knew, in his deranged martyrdom, the legacy would go on. The world was full of egos and complexes, entire religions built upon arrogant notions of t

God… how am I supposed to live with a man this narcissistic? ***

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.

Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise. And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God. "God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.

“Damn, I’m good.” “If my arms had any strength in them, I’d swat at you.” I chuckled with a tired, drained sound. I was drained. My entire body empty of all energy to move. “If my legs had any strength, I’d be back inside you right now, making you do that again.” He chuckled and sighed, sounding more than high. He sounded like he’d died and gone to a sinner’s heaven. It couldn’t be more true—Nathan was the war God of sex.

I turned around and slide down the length of the door and when I finally felt the floor support me I became sitting with my head against my knees pressed up against my only way out. 'What interest would a god have in me? What interest would Enosos have in me? He was the god of seduction, he could have anyone and yet he has demanded me since I was nothing more then an innocent child. How could I be his? How could he claim that power over me?'

James’ words made Wynton’s lips tremble, but Wynton couldn’t refute him. Wynton was an intelligent and proud Sacred Spirit. He had his own versatility and complexity. He knew very well that James’ words had formed his own Daoism. And it was different from the Historial Daoism and Nine Daoisms he created. Wynton finally understood why James used such a cumbersome and futile method to resolve the Leere Tribulation. Gods could be heartless but cannot be aloof. Gods could be omnipotent but cannot be unbothered. Gods could be omnipresent but cannot be everywhere.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”