Void God Azathoth Novels & Stories

A sharp, stabbing pressure filled the temple—like reality itself bending. And then— A form erupted from Elias’ chest. It wasn’t like Azazel’s or Thal’rean’s elegant manifestations. This one was monstrous. Liquid shadow made flesh, with no eyes, no face—only shifting glyphs that whispered in forgotten tongues. Tzareth. He howled. Lucian’s nose bled. Dorian fell to one knee, clutching his chest. Kai growled low, trying to shield them with his energy. But Gabriel and the Oracle stood firm.

“Precisely like the grim reaper, only more dangerous and hateful,” He said. “Damn, that was a lot. Wait, how do you know all these?” She eyed him, “and if my memories serve me right, Az is a god.” “Only after he ascended to godhood.” He shrugged, like it was the plainest truth out there, “Also, we immortals have the best information network,” he said proudly, “I don't think there's any race that beats it.” His voice was smug.

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

A massive, towering presence looming over my shoulder. I glance back. A cloaked figure, three meters tall, floating in the void. In its skeletal hand, it holds a massive scythe that drips with phantom blood. The God of Death. The robotic voice returns. [AWAKENING CONFIRMED. SUBJECT: REA REED. RESULT: 100% PURITY. ENTITY IDENTIFIED: THANATOS (THE GOD OF DEATH). ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC EVIL.] The numbers flash on the screen in blood-red. One hundred percent. The legendary Single Bloodline.

Below her there was : 1. God Of Magic, Crowley 2. Goddess Of Love, Althea 3. Goddess Of Farming, Delfhy 4. God Of War, Rudeus Well Audelia only knew few of them as she didn't pay much attention to it in the past life. There were many other gods and goddesses out there. They all governed every aspect of this world while Goddess Ultimia watched over them. Audelia knelt and clasped her hands together as she closed her eyes and prayed. Just as she was about to utter her words in her prayers, Audelia felt like her soul had been sucked out and what greeted her the moment she opened her eyes was white dimension and a single woman.

Sophia looked back. “Why?” His face was filled with terror. “Because I forgot to tell you something.” Sophia froze. “What?” The Father Beyond whispered: “The universe behind that door…” The door opened wider. Something enormous moved in the darkness. ”is not empty.” A gigantic eye opened. Then another. Then thousands. Seraphina’s face went pale. “Those aren’t people.” Sophia whispered: “What are they?” The Father Beyond answered: “The gods that existed before God.” The darkness erupted.

At the church, I was surprised when mentioning the Manor was enough to be taken to Father Thompson’s office, where he poured me a tea and shared his memories of the blessing. I didn’t expect to hear any mind-blowing revelations. I just needed an account of the event, and that’s what I got, unsurprisingly painted through the priest’s set of beliefs. He was convinced he’d come face to face with Satan himself, a creature of pure evil in essence and purpose, and that he’d banished it from the face of the earth, back to the fiery pit of hell he’d crawled out from. “You’re new to the Manor, young lady,” he said. “I’m sure those noises are the old house settling at night. Nothing to be afraid of.”

Soheila and Theodore started walking and they followed them. "Aziel, tell me something about the Inner Realm." Soheila pinched Theodore's arm lightly. Theodore smiled at her. "The Inner Realm is where the Demon God lives." Soheila's eyebrow raised. "I thought all the Gods had died from the Great War before. What do you mean by that, Aziel?" "The Demon God did not join the war between humans and Gods before. He was hidden somewhere at that time." "Big brother Theodore, why did all the Gods disappear?" Hannah asked.

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

Lulu and Camille followed my gaze to the door. And there he stood. Tall. Commanding, dressed in a sleek black Zoot suit. His hair, black and gleaming under the hospital lights. Deep brown eyes, framed by lashes so thick they could have been drawn on, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Giovanni Banderas. What the actual hell was he doing here?