The Gavel Of God の小説・ストーリー

I look through her. The Veil has split over the mortal forest. The edges writhe like exposed nerve. Light and shadow fuse into a colour no god has ever named. When the voice comes, the Mirror hums so violently that the gold inlay on the table rattles like teeth. > “THE FIRE WILL CHOOSE ITS END.” The god of war’s iron fist dents wood. The goddess of oaths flinches. The Pale Judge doesn’t blink. If it were just Fate, I would know where to stand. Fate is the architect that hides its chain in the mortar. Fate is the law you hate but still obey.

“He died. I saw him fall.” Altheya’s voice trembled. “He did. But something brought him back.” Auren’s jaw clenched. “No. Something used him.” The god’s voice rippled across dimensions. “The hinge has been tested. The flame has chosen, Now the broken one shall return… as my vessel.”

The black burn on his chest looked severe. “Insane? I am the only one who is sane!” Gideon’s voice suddenly spiked, showing the first sign of emotion: a long-buried frustration. “I have spent my life in that temple, watching people suffer from powers they don’t understand. Watching Warden after Warden sacrifice themselves and die to maintain a ‘balance’ that only benefits spirits and monsters! Enough! I will end it, and with this staff, an artifact from the age before Aethelford, I can!”

Ruined. And through it all — a deep voice echoed from within him now. "The gate has opened." Kael’s eyes fluttered and deep inside him, the gods anchored not just to fuck him, but to live in him. Kael couldn’t move. The altar beneath him was slick with seed. His belly pulsed with divine heat, swollen, glowing faintly gold. His thighs trembled where they fell open, hole still leaking from the gods who had used him. His lips were raw. His breath shallow.

His Majesty claimed that his grandfather Peter the Grate, who gave him the special elixers for the exercise, informed him that his authority was only valid for people who had passed away within the previous three days. Why do you still doubt your God's power? Once you have seen the light, your God is closer to you and can ask you to accomplish things that seem impossible since you were prepared for the light. You can't go to the gave yard because you said this while disavowing the authority of your God. One of the people you might invite back will hold your hand and guide you along the way. Commander Paul Mills lost his sight as a result of his disobedience to your world, but you can restore

“That’s right she isn’t here right now, then perhaps.” A chilling smile draws to HIS face, snapping HIS finger and immediately draws a pentagram with the symbols and words that HE can only understand and use. A small gate then appears, mark with the image of thorny roses and a maple tree. Slowly it opens, then a footstep echoes, stepping outside and immediately bowing right before him with the words of respect. “You called upon this humble servant of yours, Supreme God.” “No need for long formalities. I need someone fast to relay a message to my pieces, and I think that you are the perfect one for that job, Jaira.”

‘I wonder what gift he wants that he is agreeing to something he didn’t want to agree to at the start…’ Zedkiel murmurs, making that same sense of unease fill me. “You have faith in love, and I in law… We shall see who will ultimately succeed… One chance is what I shall give you Goddess Evangeline… use it well…” The Eternal God’s voice makes the very ground beneath me tremble, before he begins to disappear from sight, but his powerful voice still rings around us, echoing in the distance “Remember, I shall return to collect when the time is right… One chance… is all you have…” His voice fades away, and then he’s gone.

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

“What are you doing?! Ivan can’t afford 150 million! Go back there and bid the ceiling price!” Ivan had broken out into a cold sweat, swearing, “Exactly! What the hell are you doing, Weston? What happened to your devotion to Gwen?!” Even when they begged for my help, they made it sound like a command. I scoffed. “That’s right. The ceiling price is nothing to me.” I turned back and raised my hand, indicating I would pay whatever it took. Gwen harrumphed. “I knew you wouldn’t give up on an opportunity like this…”

He said handing them to me. I collected them and looked up to Adrien. He gave me a reassuring nod and I opened one of the scrolls. The cursive letters of the title caught my eyes first. The Goddess Vessel: Awakening of the Veiled Flame "When the moon weeps in silver tears, Where silence echoes through the years, And five fangs causes her pain, A child shall rise, with fire in her veins, Her soul alight, with shadowed blade, She shall walk paths where many fear,