What Happens If You Mock God Novels & Stories

It seemed like under all the darkness was a God who liked to enjoy himself. "Rules are simple. We go around in a circle starting with me. I'll spin the bottle and chose what dare or truth I want the God it landed on to do. That God completes the task or decides to drink the dark bane in the middle. Nobody is allowed to quit and everything besides death or torture is allowed." He said with a smile. It was a simple game and if I was smart everything would be okay.

Mocking. "I'm going to help you get to your parents…" one of the guys said in a chipmunk voice, mocking me. And when the boy I thought was just a kid opened his mouth to speak, I knew immediately I was staring at a fully blown grown man, trapped in this body. He grabbed a tennis racket in the corner of the room and walked slowly towards me. "Bitch, you dared call me boy?" The others laughed again and now, I was visibly trembling. "We are ready to let you go if you've changed your mind." His little hands held my chin, raising my face to meet his. He smacked after getting a good look at me and looked away, letting my chin go roughly.

My knees trembled, but not only with awe, but with a fragile, desperate hope. He smiled, but it wasn’t one with warmth. It was mockery with a hint of disgust. “So it’s true what they say,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “The Goddess really does have a twisted sense of humor. And at times she does make mistakes.” The laughter that followed hit me in the chest. My chest burned, my breath hitched out of panic and a sense of impending doom. “Alex… please. We’re mates. This is—”

What did that say about him? “And I assume she still holds her scales upright, blinded because all she cares about is virtue and morality?” he said in a mocking tone. “She truly loves being worshiped by humans as some sort of martyr.” Taking a step back, and made himself busy by creating a shadow-figure that mimicked the goddess balancing her scales. She clumsily corrected her scales as an elephant sat on one side, clearly not doing her job very well. He closed his fist, squishing the shadow, and scoffed.

"I'll let you be arrogant for a while longer. In less than three months, you'll kneel in front of me and bow down to me." In the ring, none of the internal members who had fallen had any movement. Those who had fainted seemed to be really dead. At this moment, Samuel’s image was that of a real God of Massacre, and he did not care about the serious consequences that would be brought to him by the Earth Core. In the eyes of others, this was something worthy of worship.

"Unlike many, I believe that there is a God who rules over everything. I believe that the Maker of the Universe is still out there, and oh how I admire him. Yet you curse me by the name of him whom I look up to? Do you think I can do nothing to you? Do you think that the grating cry of death would save you from the consequences of your words?" Ray squatted beside the cursing man as he questioned him. The man being questioned looked at his adversary with mockery in his eyes and scorn widening his lips.

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

Now I had to pretend we were a thing just so I could survive this ritual? It felt like the kind of jokes one only hears in your dreams. As much as I wanted to deny it was realistic and directly mocking in the face. “There has to be another way,” I said, my voice firmer now. “Find something else. The moon goddess surely gives versatility right? There has to be something that is not this. Maybe I could use someone else or something that has something to do with me or something I love.” The shaman slowly opened his eyes.

“Jessica, can you go see if the drinks were restocked before the jet leaves the ground.” “Yes Mr. Baphomet, I’ll take care of it right away.” He waited for her to leave us alone before turning his attention back to me. “Alright Levi, what’s going on?” “Well, you do remember Mr. Grey Hamill?” “Oh, do you mean that old guy that I threaten after he told me that I’m a bad influence on you?”

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”