Romans & histoires To Kill God

For example, to completely kill a god of war one needs to eliminate the recognition of believers who believe the gods that they need to kill as a god of war by any means necessary. This process is killing the gods is not a secret, even the average cultivator knows about it, but to do the deed in completely killing the god was an atrocity in itself, the war that involved millions or even billions of innocent will occur, as long as that innocent recognize that god as having authority over something.

“It means I failed.” Silence. For a long time. Then— “Wrong,” she says. “It means you’re the only one who can kill her.” The fire in the center cracks, black sparks hissing like serpents. The others stop moving. Watching me now. Like wolves waiting for the kill order. I laugh again, hoarse and ugly. “You think I can kill a god?” “No,” she says simply. “We think you can kill the woman pretending to be one.” Something in my chest twists like a blade.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

The new god studies us. “You hesitate,” he says. “We consider,” I reply sharply. “Consider quickly,” he answers. “Because belief does not pause.” The energy around him thickens. He is stabilizing. Solidifying. Kieran’s voice drops low. “If I kill him now” “You create martyrdom,” I interrupt. “And if I don’t?” “He becomes permanent.” The new god tilts his head. “I prefer permanence.” The crowd begins chanting. Not Kieran’s name. Not mine.

To call them vane would be no understatement. "True but let's face it they're always quick to act when they feel threatened. And there's two things they feel threatened by. Gods of death, and demons. Christopher is one of them already! When was the last time you've heard of a pure demon? Now once he gets closer to becoming a full fledged god they will sense it, and they will want him dead for certain!" Alesia snapped. Generally killing another god was a difficult and cataclysmic event. The battles would shake both the heavens and earth. But there was one reason they especially would aim to end a god of death. That was the fact a god of death didn't just have control over life and death of mo

Sadie: "Exactly." Noah: "By killing them?" Sadie: "We die too, Noah. We're going to hell." Noah: "If you follow God, then you don't believe in hell." Sadie: "We don't know if God exists. But we know that there is a possibility." Noah: "So you believe in God, and you also believe in hell." Sadie: "Yes." Noah: "Then why are you trying to kill everyone?" Sadie: "Because we have to."

That’s been happening more… “Dante.” He looks at her, a frown of concern flicking across his face at the anger and hatred in hers. “What is it?” he asks her. “How do you kill a god?” We all turn sharply to her, not expecting that. She stands there, her chest rising and falling. “What?” Azura asks. “Are you guys deaf? How do you kill a god? They’re the enemy, right? So how the hell do we kill them?” “That’s information we do fucking need,” Leo mutters.

Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual. The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not be able to create his body. If I died, everyone else could live…

"Exorcising evil is our sacred duty, ma'am." Lucas, the mole-faced man, put on a profound, mysterious expression. From the cloth bag at his side, he took out an iron basin, poured in half a basin of what seemed to be ash, before lighting up a talisman and throwing it into the basin. Immediately, the ash ignited, sending up thick, acrid smoke as the iron basin rapidly grew scorching hot. "With the flames derived from the very sun, we shall purge this evil spirit! Ma'am, take off your son's shirt. I will apply these sacred ashes onto his navel and exterminate the evil spirit through fire!"

Before he and I could say something, Drayce said a terrible question. “Can’t you kill another god?” “And why would you think about killing him?” I asked, and it was dreadful to think about that. “It wasn’t---” “I can try.” Kurai said blandly. “What?” I gaped at his answer. “Are you insane to think of killing him? Why?” “So, he can return to the sky.” Drayce said. “I doubt that.” I crossed my arms as I narrowed my eyes at him. “And no one is killing anybody!”