What Happens If You Mock God の小説・ストーリー

’’ I then shouted in a loud voice while everyone had stopped what they were doing to look at me. I looked at the dead people and nothing seemed to happen. They all still looked dead. Some people from my army where still looking at me like I was crazy. “He he he, sorry to burst your bubbles queenie but even you don’t have that much faith to Raise people from the dead.” The demon king then decided to mock me while still kneeling there and bound. And I found myself starting to doubt. Maybe I did not believe enough and is why nothing was happening. Do not doubt, just believe my word, no matter what even if you don’t see it happening yet.

"Don't tell me you actually like these kinds of underhanded tricks that this bastard uses?" "Naturally, I wouldn't like the person who almost killed me," Sirius answered. Well, I sympathize with his problems, though. These crazy fanatics targeted him for no reason at all, and as a result, they created a terrifying monster. Religions had always had an unimaginable power throughout history back in my world, and that was even without knowing for sure whether a god existed or not. In this world where gods' existence seems definite, should I say that their reactions could actually be characterized as mild? I should watch my words from now on. I don't want to have Apollyon's ending.

The enemy looks up—and freezes. They didn’t know we called in Heaven. They didn’t know they were going to die today. Every god had been told: find another god and take them down. One at a time. Take them out. So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move.

I swallowed, “And don’t say it’s because we’re the same.” He inclined his head my way, “Can you imagine what it’s like to be a God? Centuries we’ve lived, and not once has anyone reacted to us the way you have. We’ve been feared, respected, cherished, and worshiped. We’ve had mortals cower at our feet and pray for our aid all in one breath. We’ve been treated like saviors and monsters, but never equals.” Pinching my lips to hide my smile I murmured, “So, you’re obsessed with me because I’m a snarky brat?”

I'm curious, and if that means I should apologize, my Lord, I will gladly do so. According to the spokesperson, you attempted to dethrone the god of our Land, the New World. Here, our governor is our god, and no other deity should be worshiped or adored by the populace. So the lord's name you mentioned is an abomination, and you are expected to be punished. And death by firing squad is the bare minimum of punishment. Hahaha Oh, so that's why you marched your troops to arrest me as if I'd done something heinous in your country. My Lord, I am deeply embarrassed to learn that Sir Owura Bismark is the god of the new planet.

Steve asked mocking her. "No! No! Don't...mmmmmm...oh God! Don't stop!"

“Speaking of which, that country is such a small place! What’s the difference between official and non-official? Wahahahaha!” All kinds of taunts rained down from all sides. Grand Priest was enraged, but he didn’t dare to disagree. They were right. Every single person in the room was a Demigod, so there was no way they would let him go without mocking him. Banjee and Tyr exchanged glances. The void between them was filled with murderous intent. A group of Demigods from the Moloch Alliance had walked in their direction. The situation was becoming dangerously explosive. Dillon and Cacus both stood up at the same time.

"Miss, will God be angry if I tell you? Grandma says the Gods live here." Aria gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No, real Gods wouldn't let anyone suffer. You've seen that kids' show where the Gods help animals, right? Didn't they always help others?" Queenie's eyes lit up. "Yes! I love that show! The God in it is amazing. He destroyed all the demons. But there are also evil Gods. Some even tricked others into donating money for enlightenment." "That's why we need to tell the difference between real and false Gods." As Aria spoke, she noticed several people in the church giving her warning looks, as if silently urging her not to stir up trouble.

Then I grinned, licking the blood off my fingers. “Have you lost something, good sirs?” The good sirs grew pale, but none retreated. “Where is he? In the name of the Bright Saint, answer me, you unholy beast!” I laughed, throwing my head back. Seriously? Such naiveté, in our time? If you ever meet actual unholy beasts, heaven forbid you demand an answer using the gods’ names. Unless, of course, you’re a necromancer. In that case, you could try to mock and still stay alive.

I opened my mouth to speak. “I will make you pay for everything, Maddox. If not tonight, I will make sure it will happen one day.” I said in a firm tone before walking away, holding my mother’s hand. “I wish the Goddess would hear your prayer, little mate, because it seems she never hears any of them...” He spoke in a low, mocking voice, and his words hit hard. Maybe because I knew he was right. The Goddess never heard my prayers and kept abandoning me.