The God Of Death の小説・ストーリー

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.

He catches my eyes for a brief moment, before he rushes to kneel down before me. "What in the world just happened?" I breathe, gathering up enough energy to utter those words with force. Shinee sits next to me, holding my back, the other hand around my waist. Pitifully, I lean against him, refusing to feel guilty for his warmth that I feed off of. A man who can do so many unkind things is choosing to sit here with me. “Doppelgänger’s. They are demon like creatures that are native to my territory, and exist in only small numbers. They migrated after being expelled from their initial creation place, Thought’s territory," Shinee explains, not seeming all that pleased with their existence.

He asked in a deadly voice. ******

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider

she says casually. I stare in stunned silence, looking from one God to the next. Zarseti and Oshmin… I am standing in the presence of the Goddess of Peace and Love and the God of Life and Death… somebody pinch me. “Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?” Valeria huffs in annoyance. “Val,” I chastise, “This is the Goddess responsible for creating our bond, and the mother of the Delegation, and he is the God of Life and Death and father to the nagata,” I explain.

He still had yet to even glance in her direction and she wasn’t sure where they were going but she was curious about the answer to her question. “Well Edward is the god of charm. Brayden is the god of elevators. What kind of god are you?” Meredith tilted her head then made a strange face. “Interesting…don’t vomit in my car, please.” He said after she made a face even though he didn’t look in her direction. Apparently he was watching her from his peripheral vision. Still, everything he said seemed to be flat and serious with a hint of disinterest. “I won’t. I promise. It’s a nice car.”

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.

Betty said, each word broken glass in her mouth. “I know what you’re going through,” the old woman said. Her eyes held no shimmer or life, they were like dead stars overlooking a cracked, dry desert. “They put my Edward in there, pumped him full of chemicals and kept his body moving long after he was dead. It’s sacrilegious is what it is, not to mention dangerous. Keeping these demons around puts us all at risk.” “Demons?” “Our children die, and then demons crawl up in their bodies and wear them like a suit.”

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?”

"You know the scariest part about this maze? The Sensor God who made this is powerful enough to kill you without killing you. What I mean to say is that dying here will destroy your godhead, and you'd truly be dead." "If not how could it be called a Butcher's Crypt if no god really died?" the unknown God smirked with a loud chuckle before proceeding to chop apart his enemies amidst their screams. Twenty seconds was all it took for him to kill all of them. He gently wiped his blade and returned it to himself. "Ugh, this is so annoying. It's even more annoying than fighting a horde of undead. 30 gods killed; a hundred and seventy more to go."