Void God Azathoth Novels & Stories

“…By the blood of the fallen, by the seed of the abyss, I summon thee, Azrathor, Lord of the Infernal Flame. Come forth and grant me thy power!” The ground trembled. The candles flared from white to hellish crimson. A rift tore open in the air above the altar, spewing sulfur and smoke. From the flames stepped **Lord Azrathor**. He was a monstrous perfection. Nearly nine feet tall, with obsidian-black skin etched in glowing molten runes that pulsed like living lava. Massive curved horns crowned his head. His muscular body rippled with power, broad chest, ridged abs, and between his powerful thighs hung a monstrous cock, thicker than Elara’s wrist even while semi-hard. The ridged shaft was dee

She answered with a regretted tone in her voice. “Where did the titans come from by the way?” I asked like a child who is eager to know about the spiritual history that I am in with. “They are the products of angels who interact with humans… if you remember their faces it’s the seven sins because when angels started to interact with humans. The knowledge begins so as the deadly sins” She answered and it makes sense. Now I gently connect the pieces even it is not yet complete. I looked at my sigil again. I don’t know what it means but I know it is a part of me that I need to discover. I lean on the wall when I suddenly remember about my mother.

Isekai (Thanatos) started muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. "aurora bolaris i am the death god and maybe not the best to complete a perfect ritual, i shot out from darkness and unto aurora i shall let know that I am Thanatos, i lord over tharterean pit and has fate with this body," Isekai (Thanatos) said as the blood that was dripping out immediately seem to be freezed by some sort of power before slowly forming a human body .

Aengus snapped. Azrail was the god of death who was tasked by Aengus in picking up the souls of the dead to bring them to the god of life, Asher, who on the other hand, was tasked with the reincarnation process afterwards. "Yeah. Yeah. Will you just shut up? Any words that come from your mouths are just irritating me," Abbadon said in a tone that is void of emotions and care while ignoring all the piercing glares that the other gods and goddesses who don’t like his very existence are shooting him.

So he can only try to buy some time. The creature speaks once more: ??? - WhAT aM I? WeLL, TheY CaLLeD Me LoTs Of tHinGs... BuT ThEy uSuaLly CaLL mE "ThE CrAwLiNG ChAoS". AnD iT DoEsN't MatTer wHy yOu coMe HeRe, I JuSt wAnt To EaT YoU. Issei finally knew what this thing is, it is the "Nyarlathotep" known to many by its epithet The Crawling Chaos, is an Outer God in the Cthulhu Mythos.

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

I hissed up at him, making my anger known, and he growled back at me in response. “Answer me you piece of shit! What the fuck is going on? What is that thing in there with Freya?” Finn screamed into my face. “That thing in there, is Azael. He is the father of us all,” I replied in a flat tone as I dragged myself off of the floor and stood in front of him. “What? Like God?” He asked me with confusion and a tone of disbelief.

Grupath idealized which made Azatoth look at him strangely. "We aren't backing down, not yet! I've to know who these magician is, I want to know how capable he is." Azatoth replied him effectively. "Then what should we do? Wait for their return?" Grupath lashed back hotly. Azatoth was losing his patience, he snarled and his eyes burst out flames. Grupath never relent, he moved towards him furiously with the same burning eyes but Mazel intruded in the right time separating them from the middle.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.