What Happens If You Mock God Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You are laughing right now. Just how amusing to see a holder like this.” “Do not mock me fake God.” Nate’s insult doesn’t dither Him. Instead, He is more than prepared for this type of conversation. The conversation that HE didn’t expect pleases Him more than what He expects out of it. “But very well, if you are desperate to have a deal with me then I’ll gladly give it to you. But do not expect that I will pledge my loyalty to someone fake that are you.” “I didn’t wish for that.” He honestly answers Nate’s thoughts and kind of assured him with the fact and two. A thing and His so-called confession that the holder didn’t buy fully from Him. Knowing how cunning a demon is, especially someone

I should start searching for my prey, who should it be? I remember the werewolves' battle cry, Hakuna Matata. How could they say that when they don't know if God himself is true? There is no evidence of God, so whose hands are they leaving everything? They should start worrying because I don't know if the God they were saying will hold on to their hands. They should grip it because everything will be bloody and it will start now. Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

"But-but you should not be uncomfortable with showing softness, not around me. I do not think any less of people who emote fondness." The God bristled and his eyes darkened. A flash of anger radiated and one could also see fiery sparks ignite. His fist clenched and the temptation to crack the mortal across the skull was hard to resist but he couldn't. Anyone else would have felt the full force of his fury but instead he turned, biting his lip sharply. "To address a God as such is an insult," he hissed between gritted teeth "none as accustomed to being questioned by a mortal and none should be. Such a transgression would normally mean your skin would be split open by countless lashes; do you

The impersonating shit God is walking at him slowly. "FooOooood.....FooOooood.." This mindless Luis Park yelled for food! His voice was too hoarse and deep! "Eek?!" God was pissed off! Glowing purple eyes! Walked like a zombie! Smelly and Powerful! "No!" "THE SHIT GOD!" God yelled. The Animal God falls to his knees and started to kowtow. He is scared to die! death "Boss Shit... I don't know it was you, Boss. Please let this nobody spare his life."

"Ha-Ha! Very funny!" I shouted angrily at him. I got scared for a moment since I thought its tru, but that's so stupid of me. The thoughts of Adam are making a fool out of me, the demons and shit. Now I am curious about heaven and the angels. I regained my normal breathing and scrunched my nose. "Why would you even believe a ridiculous joke?" He mocked me as he beamed, and it was irritating and adorable at the same time. "Don't you believe in the supernatural...?"

“How dare you desecrate this place? How dare you say mercy? You should be behind bars, you heathen!” “God can’t be mocked. Whatever a man sows, he shall reap.” The sales-rep guy says. “Yuck!” “Father, send him away!” ”If only Satan had a twin!” I watch their lips move, flinching every time they hurl names at me. Father holds the bible to his chest. Doing nothing to stop the chaos. Everything fades into white noise. I recall clutching Camilla’s butchered parts in a bag. The anger so insatiable it stops my heart.

He mocked saying it out loud for everyone to hear and the laughter that came forth made me feel like there had to be a possible way for me to disappear. The moon goddess has to be a bitch because why—i hope she forgives me for that— why would she mate me with someone as egoistic as this? Oh goddess, this can't be happening!

I pointed at myself, asking if he was pertaining to me. “UNACCEPTABLE!! YOU INSOLENT YOUNG MAN! YOU MUST HATE GOD FOR YOU ARE WITH THE DEVIL!! STANDING THERE, MOCKING HIS WORDS,” WHAT?! MOCKING?! SINCE WHEN??? Series of horrified and surprised gasps followed suit. I was more than flustered with the situation I threw myself in. I frantically waved my hands and shook my head. “You m-must have misunderstood! I mean no such thing!” I stuttered while trying to defend myself. I was already panicking on the inside. After I finished my sentence, he gasped out loud.

Before, he was known for being an arrogant and wicked prince You little brat, they mocked him Do you think you have now grown wings right? Do you think you can just wake up and insult the gods the way you like, we heard all your plans We equally saw how you planned in burning off yfather'shers gods and how you intend to compel the people of Kingstonville to worship you as a god, and to collect the offerings the people offered to gods Who does that!!!! Your father can testify too Why will you want to eat what is not meant for humans? Why will you decide to cause the gods? You have insulted your father's ancestors

“How do you expect us to teach it?” “Hey.” Mammon is already in front of the copy of myself, looking like he is interrogating it. “Can you mimic me?” Mammon winks, puckers his lips, and makes a heart with his hands. The imitation of me copies Mammon’s gesture. It was such a surreal action coming from me and with my face, I was frozen. Mammon gasped, clutching where his heart was, and fell on his knee. Leviathan gapes and soon covers his mouth while crying tears of joy.