Romans & histoires Who Is The God Of Dark

“But this war isn’t one you asked for. The Eastern Empire has been nothing but a puppet for a god whose vileness knows no bounds. In his infancy he struck a blow at his parents and in his youth fatally wounded his own brother. He is a god so demonic that only he has been deemed worthy to carry the element of darkness.” The hearts of Zandorians were shaken by Alexis’s remarks. How could one be evil from their infancy? Surely, the golden armored goddess was exaggerating. But when they looked at everything around them which was covered in darkness so great that their eyes could barely see; when they looked at everything strange that was happening; when they assessed these things that they could

"The god of darkness and chaos, followed by his mad faithful exiles to Cynemon." "That's what the history books say," Elhias laughed, seeing his confidence. "Werod was never a deity, he passed himself off as such, but he is only an entity born during the creation of the world and men. An entity so powerful that it makes the goddess Waruld tremble." He then concluded with his gaze lost in the void. "The goddess? Are you a religious fanatic?" asked Taryn, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you believe in the Gods?" Elhias turned to look at her, her gray eyes inspecting her.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

the hood on he could easily disappear into the shadows as if he was never there. “Do I know you” I asked while cocking my head to the side. He let out a deep laugh that seemed forced. Once done, he narrowed his white glowing eyes at me that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “So you ask for my help and you don’t even know who I am tsk tsk Kiara. I thought you were smarter than that, after all you are one of the only ones that can actually tap into my magic without suffering a horrible death.” I took a step back and looked at him with my eyes wide open. ‘Holy shit, its him. Kiara be on guard, he is the God of the underworld and of darkness.’ Anya warned me while I stood frozen s

"It's an immortality spell." She shook her head. "Not likely. Immortality is a myth. You'd have to be a god to do that. Is the darkness a god?" "I don't think so." My eyes shifted through more of the books. They all had one thing in common: the need for a blood relation of the person casting the spell or the person they were summoning. "So, If not immortality, then the darkness must be summoning a Grey. Are they trying to summon my mother?"

Like Nyx and Erebus. Nyx was a powerful goddess, the Goddess of Darkness. She was said to be a primordial being, mother of Sleep, the Fates, and even Death. And Erebus was the God of Night and the personification of darkness. Those two were said to have given rise to the first rulers of the gods. But because of their terrifying nature and primarily negative forces, neither of them was ever worshiped… Was that what this place was? A place for shadows and darkness to find refuge?

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

“The wendigo,” Lucas starts. “It came out of Hell.” “It makes sense. You said it yourself, they’re thought to be extinct, and even if they aren’t, none were ever spotted around here.” My chest tightens even more, and I have to tell myself to pull it together. It’s not just demons flocking to the energy leaking out of the Ley line. Demons long since vanquished and banished are coming back, crawling their way out of the depths of Hell. Like moths to a flame, all sorts of supernaturals are attracted to the Ley line.