Novel & Cerita The Infinite And The Divine Audiobook

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

Her heart beat full of hope, as she approached the Greater Archon with caution but determination. In her fantasy, the Archon extended his hand towards her, and in that instant, a current of divine energy ran through her being. An indescribable feeling of connection and belonging enveloped her. The divine soul of the Greater Archon merged with hers, intertwining their destinies and granting her eternity.

“Loyalty. Trust. Nothing more. Stand with me. Walk into the new world by my side, and I will never kneel to anyone.” He opened his arms again, void energy pulsing beneath his skin in dark, violet glows. His hair blew wildly in the wind. The cracked city echoed with his voice. “I am Nihareth. I am not a god. I am what comes after gods.” The silence that followed was thick. Then a man stepped forward. His body was twisted, burned by holy magic in some distant battle. “If what you say is true… if the gods are crumbling… then what comes next?”

The concoction seemed to have made me more sensitive as well. My vision turned blurry as my body heated up once more. A deep flush spread across my skin. I clung to the vine that was wrapped across my chest, staring at it with hazy eyes before asking, "Do you like me, divine god of the tree?" The divine tree rustled its branches as if in approval of my question. I threw myself into it. I thought about all the ways the men had described that made the process more pleasurable as I clung to the vines desperately.

My machine, my team, my entire life’s work—it was all designed by the very events I was currently watching, an endless, self-sustaining loop of divine orchestration. "You think you have traveled through time," he continued, his expression one of profound, terrifying compassion. "But you have only stepped into my eternal present. You believe this is the past, a distance to be bridged. But for Me, there is no distance. There is no 'then.' There is only Now. I am not remembering this moment, and I am not observing it. I am inhabiting it, just as I inhabit every breath you have ever taken and every star that has yet to burn."

She said. "Well you must promise that you will tell us if ever we do something that makes you feel like that again, do you understand?" "Yes I will, I promise." "You have to communicate with us Millie, I mean we're only men we aren't very good at mind-reading, no matter what you girls think. She grinned at him, "Yes, ok." Gabriel slipped into his dom mode his voice changed, and his expression on his face became one that she knew was only for her.

However, he does. Because it was an answer through ‘research’. I don’t understand. He told me that I don’t need to. Because the more he knows, the more he understands which would return with more questions, the more the answer for the problems leads to the existence of the ‘God of Creation’. He asked me before— something like ‘how the world begins’? How would I know? ‘Big bang?’ I answered. —something like ‘why do humans and different races all over the world exist’?

he asked timidly. “You're right, but let me explain it in this way . . . It's nonphysical storage of all human experience accessible only to the guardians. There are no voluminous papers and books that you can touch and flip through the pages.” The guru moved to ease himself up. “I have told you that the infinite intelligence is transformed to intelligent energy from beyond the eighth density or octave. That one sound vibration up beyond the scale used this doorway to view the present, which is not the earthly continuum you experience but the potential library of memory merged in this astral field. Our people call it the Akashic Record.”

“Ooo-kay. Now that's just straitjacket babble. Is there any filter on your cosmic brain? Do they teach angels critical thinking?” “Truth is irrational, worm. It sounds like madness. Yet it is.” “No! That's stupid! You sound like a cheap guru.” “I'm teaching you celestial wisdom. If you think I speak in tongues, you're unenlightened. Divinity surpasses substance. Do you really think I'm governed by the constraints of the universe? How else could I permeate dimensions if I didn't bend them? I am the abyss of space. The vacuum. I manipulate matter as I wish.” He poked my chest. “And this is the threshold to the void. The answer to why you have hungered.”