روايات وقصص ضمن What Happens If You Mock God

If Kaze turned out to be the God of War, that would be the end of Blake. Struck by a thought, Blake shouted at Loid, “Don’t be fooled by the idiot, Governor. He has impersonated the God of War many times. Everybody knows about his tendency to impersonate the God of War.” “That’s right, Governor Farland. I have heard about it too.” Clutching at straws, Trafford chimed in. Trafford and Blake showed no remorse. Loid was infuriated that they continued to insult Kaze anyway. “Impersonate? Who told you he was impersonating?”

Evil is contagious). “Don’t you ever miss the old days when you were free to do what you wanted? Drink cool water, reach for the sun.” Weak, I know, but give me a break, I didn’t have much to work with. “There is no reason to disturb the soil for this purpose. It will not help release your friends.” “Why not?” I demanded to know. “Because the One True God will detect the change within his domain before you reach them.”

"For training" God please tell me this boy was joking.

"To my mass. To my most worthy commemoration. To me. No one else should give me recognition. Behold, my image, behold my power. Oh, my dear people... I am your god." The faces of everyone wrinkled with an interrogative expression. Was it the being they all called upon? Was it God? It couldn't be Him, not with that tone and what was happening. Suddenly, low screams were heard again when the eagle made that piercing sound. Everyone covered their ears with their hands. "No one shall worship me? All shall die!" That scream reverberated throughout the church. Cracks began to form in every corner, cracks in the floor, cracks in the ceiling. Everything was happening rapidly, all at once.

Slither for Aoi, in front of Garuda while giving it a cold gaze. “You?! What are you guys doing?” ßenlong is panicked. “What do you, blasphemous wandering spirits, want? Don’t you realize that I am the God you must worship to?” Garuda said arrogantly. “Like the hell, we care either you are a God or not!” Buriko exclaimed. “Do you know what you are doing right now? If you defy Gods, you will be trapped in this rotten world for good!” Garuda exclaimed. “Then, we’d rather live here instead of worshipping such an arrogant God like you!” Cocong exclaimed.

He can't believe the stuff that comes out from his mouth is like a bomb as his stiff face started to sweats coldly. Raising the flag is the last thing that he would not want to do in this situation... and yet... (This will be a disaster.) Hoping that his words will be just ignored by the gods of this world, he wishes flags will not happen. Will not happen. ...Not happen. Happen... -ppen. -pen. It happens. The god of this world actually listened as he intertwines the reality of this unfair world. After Ray saying the forbidden words, a can of juice flies through at high speed hitting Mike's face to its impact.

Don't pretend that you care now. "I'm not pretending," I whisper. "Mina, you're hurting. You're grieving...he's tricking you. The dark god is—" "Don't you dare," she snarls. "Don't you dare stand there and lecture me about the wrong side." Tears drip down my cheeks, helplessly. "Mina, please—" "Are you mocking me?" She snaps abruptly, her voice turning hysterical. "Is that what this is? You're trying to play saint while you're the one who gets everything?"

“But courage is still mortal. And mortals… break.” I leaned back in my chair, satisfied. The storm in the nearest glass container pulsed like a heartbeat, as if approving. “Soon,” I murmured. “Soon, my little godling will learn the most important lesson in existence.” I raised my glass in mock toast toward the mirror, where Vera’s reflection still lingered, frozen mid-laugh. “Even gods,” I said with a smile, “bleed when the ones they love fall.” Then I drank, letting the last of the red liquid burn down my throat like prophecy fulfilled.

“You're not listening to me, idiot.” He paused from kissing me: “What do you want me to say? That God is a crotchety old man? You've already met Metatron.” “Tell me the truth.” “There is none.” “I knew there wasn't a God.” “No, maggot. I mean there is no one answer.” “See?” I said, throwing the remote to the other end of the couch. He ducked so it avoided his head. “That's the problem with religion. It's not peer-reviewed. You can't verify it through experimentation.”

"Oh God..." ***