روايات وقصص ضمن Nietzsche Death Of God

"I've seen some girls since breaking things off with Kendra.. I'm just much much more selective I suppose you could say. Either way it's not her that's the issue. It's the god of death sitting next to her." "The god of death." Vic's attention was brought back down to reality. He looked over at the man sitting with the two beautiful women. No matter which angle he were to look from, no matter which persona his imagination could dredge up for the guy he looked.. 'He's completely average! He looks like you average middle class working man.' "So when you called him a god of death.. I will just assume you're joking or speaking in metaphors." "Nope I mean literal. Maybe not the god part but believ

When he decided to tell some of his secrets, he then fell into the abyss of hell because she abandoned him, as she did not understand why Winston did not tell her his past in contrast to her. With grief in half, he finished the fourth year with a good result for himself, and for him remained the last year of study, which he will complete without a single four, and where he will meet with the eldest great-grandson of L. S. Vygotsky, who taught him and the group in the fifth year profile subjects. Then, thanks to the eldest great-grandson of the eminent scientist of the 20th century, Winston realized that many things in life and science are known only to God. However, Winston was going to do t

boy:- so you are god, you are really beautiful, can you explain to me why you didn't help me when I was suffering alone and when I was about to die, why didn't you let me die when I was suffering, explain you are the goddess of death, why didn't you something, why didn't you kill me so I don't have to suffer, after all, you are the goddess of death, why I am alive and keep suffering. goddess:- you kid, all humans are just behaving like idiots, do you think that we hate you or do you think we have only you to fill your life with happiness, no we have to do complex and superior work, but because of your selfish nation you suffer because you want to guarantee to have everything and go everythi

Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth. 'Oh… You know, God is great, perfect and full of love! The idea that when one dies, he stays in the grave, the end of his existence, his consciousness is appalling, terrible. It’s a great thing that life continues.’ Her eyes held his lovingly, happiness beating in her chest.

I drove the screw right through my heart. I felt something explode in me. I heard Nifrem and William scream. I knew I had fucked up the god's plans. Just like Alvina, this stupid god was vulnerable in a human body. Whatever happened to me and my body would happen to him. Unfortunately for the bastard, I wasn't invincible. " Stupid Stupid Girl!" Nifrem yelled, " We would have ruled the world together." " I do not intend to rule a world filled with rot and decay," I said laughing. I could feel the god's life slip away along with mine. I had gotten him. My action did not expel him, It killed him.

I simply look at him before I seat at the sofa near by. "Calm down, Wesley." As I get off to Wesley body I am talking to him. "After all, this body is not yours anymore." After that I slowly walk toward him; who is now shocked while looking to his decaying body. Without the presence of me that body will decayed by pros or cos. “The human body molded from the earth will return to the earth. That means everything created or made will go back to where it came from and that can’t be stopped or changed by anyone. ”In a flash I was close to him, I choked him and quickly slammed his head on the floor. I can’t use my sword to reap him even if that’s the fastest way because I need this bad guy to get

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

Chaos is the beginning and the end, everything that means you can manipulate it, my she-wolf Becca said slyly. I frowned because I wasn't understanding anything, then I remembered the lessons my mother had given me when I was barely a child. “Remember, Nadine, life and death are sides of the same coin, so a god of death is a god of life, is a creator god,” my mother said when she was teaching me the pantheon of gods. “Isn't that against nature?” I asked her with a frown. The laws of the natural were clear, or so I had thought up to that point.

She would then trap these souls in her *salakab and let them wander the eternal void of nothingness. For thousands of years, I had witnessed all kinds of birth and passing of humans. Some of them asked for my forgiveness and promised to do something in return. While others thought calling out to me was the best choice when they wanted someone they resented to die a horrible death. Neither of them were right. I didn’t become the God of Death to feed their egos. The more time I spent observing their actions, the more I concluded that humans were weak creatures. They would turn against themselves in order to get what they wanted. Taking away the life of another had transformed them into mercile