What Happens If You Mock God Novels & Stories

“Are you mocking our master?” “You call ‘mocking’, I call it ‘stating possibilities’. But by all means, ignore my part and keep being delusional. You say people like me are not needed, but if you all me, people who don’t go verifying the truth on their own, constantly thinking of various delusions that puts them in the right, are less than that.” The statement instantly enraged Petra all the more, as she marched over to Rebecca and grabbed her by the neck. Rebecca was surprised by the act, and even more so, as she got lifted in the air.

I stammered, letting out an awkward laugh that sounded a little too close to a squeak. His grin widened, wolfish and lazy, the kind that made you feel like you were the meal, “Sounds pretty real to me,” he murmured. “I’ve heard fake. That? That’s a woman seeing God.” My whole face went up in flames. I could feel the heat crawling down my neck, “Okay,” I said, hands flailing a little, “wow. That’s, um. Good for her. Great. Girl power.” “Girl powdered,” he quipped.

“No, she showed Daddy and everyone else that she was innocent. She even dares to say the name of God if it's not her who has put rat poison in your drink.” “That means it wasn't her.” “What? How can you possibly say that?” “She dared to say the name of God, that means she meant what she said. Every word by bringing God, it's not a playful word, Dad. It is a serious act that can be accounted for because it dares to carry the name of God.” “You think a person who dares to chant God's name is honest? Not everyone is honest, Axel. Everyone can chant the name of God to make lies work.”

Someone whom believed himself invincible. Well I knew he was not. Before we rode to find Alicia, Adras had finally broken the stubborn which. There was a weapon that could doom him. 'I´ll make him pay. For all he has done.' The god turned to face me looking mockingly at me and strode forward. "What day will your power ever exceed mine?!" the god laughed smugly replying to my thoughts. "The day will come, mark my word," I threatened back at him growling with bared fangs.

I don’t flinch or move. “You willingly fed the Gate your power. That is against our laws. No God or Goddess is allowed to do that. You have given up your power and because of that, you have started a chain of events. Hell will be unleashed and the monsters behind that Gate will invade the World. Millions will die because of your incompetence.” He stops in front of me and my eyes widen before I chuckle. Oh man, how wrong he is.

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

He looked up at me and shook his head. “Funny joke. But,” he beckoned her closer to him with his finger. Oh god. Oh god. She moved closer to him, her face still terrified. “If I was KGB your fat mouth just got me shot. So thanks,” he winked at her as she basically ran away. He looked up at me. “Really?” “What? She just fucking called me KGB.” He threw his arms up. “And you made her shit her pants.” “Good. But now is she going to take our order?” He peeked past the booth. I had to laugh as I took a sip of my wine.

“Breath. Don’t let them bait you into sounding unhinged. You’re not the prophet. You’re the person who lived through the trial run.” “Comforting,” I said. “I’m serious,” she said. “Godmode already sounds like a manifesto on legs. If you meet it at that frequency, they’ll write you off as dueling gods. You need to sound… boring.” “Boring,” I repeated. “Human,” she corrected. “Tired. Clear. Like someone who’s seen too much and still chooses the mess.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll be right off‑camera,” she said. “Try not to stroke out.”