Void God Azathoth Novels & Stories

Many of the frantic fae running shielded their eyes, or ran into one another as they continued to escape. Atlas continued glowing, brighter until even I had to cover my eyes. The glowing died as fast as it had come, transforming Atlas in the process. Atop his head was a crown of silver, forming cresting waves with shimmering diamonds at their peaks. I could smell the salty brine of the ocean, and could feel the spray hit my skin. Alpha Atlas Andino stood tall, his eyes locked on Aralia as he finished his transformation into the next High Lord of the Water court.

“I’d suggest you sit down, this is going to be a long story.” I nodded then lowered myself to the soft grass and sat down, ready to listen to what she had to say. “Long ago,” she began. “In the celestial realm of Vhal’Zyrr— this is where the gods lived, where the universe was created. There was a young god amongst them— Zerathos, the bringer of dread. He was born from the cosmos itself, his powers sprung from the darkest corners of the universe itself. He had the ability to bend the will of those lesser than him, to make them see, feel and die as he wished. At first, the other gods were surprised by his powers— his creation as a whole. He was ambitious, charismatic and gifted far beyond what

She said, The sky grew dark, the floor cracked open and one by one the dark gods arrived. Zaymor, the god of the dead, Yefir, the god of the damned souls, The others were from different parts of damnation that were better left unspoken off, it seemed like all the nature gods and goddesses had joined illummino. Herega screamed in rage as she sent an orb at derora who flicked it away and sent a tentacle of energy that passed through into derora and began absorbing her energy,

The very air seemed to quiver as the fabric between worlds thinned, heralding the imminent arrival of the warlock God, Zythorath. In that moment, the chamber brimmed with a palpable intensity, a convergence of dark energies and forbidden knowledge. Zephyr, his eyes alight with fervor and determination, stood poised to commune with the ancient deity as Zythorath, the Warlock God, appeared in the air. "What do you seek, my devoted one?" inquired Zythorath. Zephyr bowed deeply. "Oh, Zythorath! If my devotion to your worship pleases you, grant my desires."

The very air seemed to quiver as the fabric between worlds thinned, heralding the imminent arrival of the warlock God, Zythorath. In that moment, the chamber brimmed with a palpable intensity, a convergence of dark energies and forbidden knowledge. Zephyr, his eyes alight with fervor and determination, stood poised to commune with the ancient deity as Zythorath, the Warlock God, appeared in the air. "What do you seek, my devoted one?" inquired Zythorath. Zephyr bowed deeply. "Oh, Zythorath! If my devotion to your worship pleases you, grant my desires."

“The time has come to fulfil your destiny, little girl! Come with me willingly and I will not have to humiliate you before I make you fulfil your duties to the dark god Mozaad.” “Why do I feel like you are going to keep rambling the name Mozaad throughout and it is going to really annoy me!” she mocks Astaroth, “What kind of name is Mozaad anyway? Is it like the new name for the devil?” He levitates off the ground, “Mozaad!” he says the name again spreading his hands, “He is the end of creation, the one true darkness! One that immensely surpasses the devil in power and is born of the darkness and not corrupt. All Hail Mozaad!”

"Well, there's us, vampires, witches, and elves. Though elves tend to stick to themselves. We know they're here on Earth, but no one's spotted on in years." "So who's this vampire God guy, then?" I ask. "His official title is God of Death and Immortality," she tells me. "Sounds about right," I run my hands through my tangled hair, trying to comb it out as we talked. "His official name is Thanatos. You might've heard that one in some human Greek adaptations of the Astral." "Does The Moon Goddess have a name?" "Her name is Aega."

Hopefully now that he was free, they couldn’t use it against him. “Yes, the shadow demon’s name is Ozul.” I cleared my throat and wiped the sweat from my brow. As the three of them continued to stare at one another, my patience began to thin. “What? What could possibly be wrong now?” “We were under the impression we had caught a shadow demon. We were…we were wrong.” Licking his plush lips, Azrael glanced over at Orion who had gone completely still. “Ozul is the name of a God. Specifically, God of the Shadows.”

“I can see it assembling in real time. Whatever it produces, you’ll use it. But for what? For whom?” Draven didn’t answer immediately. His expression shifted, calculation, hesitation, then something almost like reluctant admiration. “For Zephyria. Maybe. Or for whatever’s left of it after this.” He leaned closer, voice dropping. “You’re more than you look, human. That Aether… It’s not normal. My brother saw it first. Now I do too.”

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart