Novel & Cerita The God Of Death

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."

More certain. "We'll see," he says. The training room is two floors down, and he spends the walk telling me about the Death God's mythology—the scythe, the hourglass, the absolute sovereignty over the moment of ending. "A fully realized Death God is death itself," he says. "When you can hold the complete transformation, whoever you face will simply stop. In that instant. Permanently. The soul doesn't get a second chance." I think about the scythe in the dream, the clean weight of it.

Proserpina managed to tell him without laughing, still terribly amused, “...Thanatos has taken lives for less.” Indeed, Thanatos–the god of death, her father's right hand–had been delegated as her personal weapon on the night she was named as heir of the underworld in order to keep her soul bound and the former to split his immortality with the relatively new goddess. The god of death's vessel was a black sword with a polished blade, the hilt engraved with the name of Thanatos through Proserpina's human dried blood, binding death to her in perpetuity… Alastor whistled, impressed.

Decus laughed. He liked the spectacle that was going on here. He put his hand on Godric's head, his claws digging into his scalp. The blood slowly seeped into the priest's hair and he groaned again in pain. It felt like he was being dazed with pain. "It won't be long my servants and you will be able to wallow in the darkness! With Lucifer's death our era will arise! I will make everyone suffer! I am Lord Gehenna and a God!"

The other time it happened, she… died? A memory of another life, of another world, flickered in his mind. He had been … he frowned…a God? Not a good one, but one born of Chaos and Death. A God from another world. He had been full of rage and hate and had indeed feasted from the bodies of his enemies. Seven deadly beasts followed him, and together they were unstoppable.