《NO STRINGS ATTACHED》CH. 35
Advertisement
???: The fuck is wrong with you? You're mad!
Atem: Yes, I am and? Anyways, this was a very good answer. I will accept it. Now, your turn.
???: Explain me what godhood is?
Atem: Uh? So you plan to dig from there? I guess that is fine in its own way~ Well, what do you think a God is?
???: That's...I don't know.
Atem: Me neither, never met one. However, we know they exist. For me, you see, a God is someone who can create and destroy at will. And Magic enables everyone to do it. At different levels of course. I believe that a God is someone who has reached the pinnacle of it.
???: So a puppet wants to be a God? Hilarious.
Atem: And you will die to him. Hilarious~ Now, my turn. Let's say that there is war between country A and country B. Now, who do you think is right?
???: What? How should I know? And what the hell is this question? Are you doing this randomly?! Is it fun?! To torment me before I die!
Atem: Yes, it is~ Now, answer. Think and answer.
???: I guess, it depends of their motives?
Atem: Detail.
???: Uh...I don't know! Ok? I don't know!
Atem: Try! Expand your mind. Think further!
???: Uh...Let's say A was the one to attack then B would be right to defend itself?
Atem: What if A had no choice? What if they had to because of a famine or a drought or something like that?
???: That's...hard to say.
Atem: So, you really don't know? Then, let's go back a bit. With your example. What if the attacking A won? Who would be right?
???: That's...Shit. It would be A.
Atem: Yes. And why?
???: ...Because they won.
Atem: Exactly. The answer is that the winning side will always be right. The right side will always win because the winner becomes the right side! Ahahah!
Advertisement
???: So? Are you trying to say that killing me is right because you're the one winning?
Atem: Is that your question~?
???: No. ...Fucker... I want to know how you plan to reach godhood.
Atem: Hm, that is a tough question to answer. It is quite complex after all. To put it simply, we have identified a rule. In every created world, a seed had been used. You may consider it the world's origin as it grew from it. Everything was born from it. And that seed contains a small, very small part of what makes a God a God. It is a seed of pure energy, far beyond anything else. By collecting and absorbing such seeds, it should be possible to become a God.
???: This makes no sense. A God's seed? In every world? Because they were created through a God? And have you ever seen one? Are those the delusions of a mad monster?
Atem: Consider this one a freebie: I saw one. I even touched it.
???: What?! Y-you did?! Is this true?!
Atem: My turn now. There will be only one more turn after this one.
???: You never said there would only be one more! I- I want more!
Atem: That's not how it works. Anyways, my question. We are in agreement that in both the true and fake versions of the past history, the three lost to the seven and were sealed away. Now, in light of my previous question, what can you say?
???: Your previous..question? You...It couldn't be that...Are you insinuating that the winner was right? And the truth was buried? It's impossible! That would turn everything upside down! Our beliefs would be...Is this just a joke to you?!
Atem: No. It is not. The opposite. To me, it is the truth. Your turn. Last question. Make it worth it.
Advertisement
The woman looked straight at the man in front of her. His grin had left. He was gazing at her, deep inside her. She could feel it. He was waiting for something. She knew that there was a way for her to get out of it, she knew that he was willingly giving it to her. Why? She was not sure. Would she take it though? If she did, it meant...It meant that her beliefs were lies. It meant rejecting all her past morals. It means accepting to bear all the sins she committed and thought were right.
Maybe that was what it truly meant to be an heretic. Not madness, not folly, not even danger. But contesting and doubting. Was it always right to consider the history told like a tale as the truth? The problem here, the real one, was that there was only one common thing in both the real and fake books. In both books, the three were told to have lost. If the fake book by Azerty was really fake, he could have just written the three as the winners.
After all, he was a Mind Magic user. A follower of the three demons. He could have gone all the way and glorify them as a true follower. But no. He wrote that they failed and lost and were sealed. Why would he? If the book was only meant to give his descendants a way to learn Mind's Eye...There was no reasons to write them as losers. So why?
For the first time in her entire life, she began to doubt the truth she had known. Beliefs, Morals, Justice, Principles...Truth. Where did it all lie? What was real? Was there even something that one could trust? Or is he simply tormenting her before her death? Enjoying destroying all of her world views.
Regardless, even if she died, even if she was tricked, even if she was played, she needed to know. She had to understand. Or rather, she needed a conclusion. She could not rest in peace otherwise...And so, she asked a question. A single sentence with so much longing for knowledge hidden behind it. A question that encompassed everything.
???: What is your story?
Advertisement
- In Serial85 Chapters
The Acts of Androkles
Elevator pitch: '300' meets 'Lone Wolf and Cub'. A retired veteran has to keep some orphans from being eaten by horrible monsters. This fiction contains the professionally-published novel Obstacles as well as the ongoing sequels. Back Cover Copy:Androkles, son of Paramonos, spent twenty-five years in the world’s greatest army trying to earn enough money to buy back his good name. He’s battle-scarred, weary, and heartbroken after decades of watching dear friends die, but he survived. He’s ready to retire and be welcomed as a hero, finally able to see the reward he sacrificed so much to achieve. There’s only one problem: his wife just fled civilization with all his hard-won savings. Now he must pursue her north, through desperate bandits, ravening beasts, and worse. But after he rescues a pair of orphans from starvation, he is faced with his most difficult challenge yet: a question that goes to the very heart of honor. The consequences might be deeper than he realizes, and it’s not just his life on the line… Updates: Irregular but Ongoing Book title in the chapter heading. If you like what you're reading, please consider purchasing a copy of the published novel Obstacles: books2read.com/u/mleazq
8 206 - In Serial20 Chapters
Whispers from the Deep
The story of two boys: one, a human with a miraculous gift, thrust into a world of magic and mystery; the other a Prince, veteran of the mystical world, intrigued by the mundane, who combine forces at the behest of an ancient prophecy to save the Seven Seas from imminent destruction along with several of their friends in an unforgettable adventure.
8 154 - In Serial25 Chapters
HATEFUL SIN
Sin was his name and hate was all he knew. Born under cruel circumstances and treated as if he was the lowest scum to have ever existed, it was impossible for him to know what love was. The only thing that kept him going was the thought, that one day he would be able to return all that he was given, ten fold. ^_^ >. As you can see i suck at writing synopsis, but if you wish feel free to read the first chapter and then you can decide wether you wish to continue reading my first attempt at this genre or you can turn tail and run, whichever you please.
8 84 - In Serial6 Chapters
The Heralia Legacy
In a world where the paranormal is the norm, and your bus driver is a weretiger. Beings in every nook and ass crack of lore are real. Countless species coexisting in a haven called Geas. Divided into three big ruling councils: Mana for the magics, Spectra for the undead and Were for the shifters. But to keep Geas a Haven, there must be a higher presence that enforces it. The Heralia. A being with mixed blood, of great power and the mouthpiece of the gods. Along with his enforcers The Order, the Heralia is the police and the law, the gel of a dangerous society but when the assassination of the century leaves the Heralia dead. A rippling political tide washes throughout Geas, which left everyone wondering just who will be the next Heralia? Enter one: Argus Knight, just an ordinary, if not quirky, college kid in a world where no one is ordinary. Argus’ is happy with his life, even though he doesn’t have any powers or abilities like most of his friends or any money, okay so maybe not that happy. He was left at the step of a shifter temple when he was a child, so that sucked since he must have been a sexy lookin’ baby. Raised by an adoptive shifter mom, that makes the best cookies and gives the warmest hugs and unleashes the sharpest sass a being can wield, and oh, is also the high priestess of the Were Council. He lived his life surrounded by nuns, he was spoilt and gobbled all that attention up and he’s not ashamed to admit it. One day, innocently doing a psychology exam, like pro, if you will, a weird rainbow mist starts gushing out of his skin, for the lack of a better word and suddenly he is floating, then seizing, yup still in mid-air, in the middle of his exuding rainbow aura session, a voice booms out like a missive from the gods themselves, “AWAKEN MY HERALIA”. Sweet baby sugar nuts, what just happened? Join Argus in his journey in becoming the next Heralia, which will be jam-packed with snark, some sarcasm, interesting friends, a dash of heroism, a bit of hubba bubba wink wink nudge nudge with a special friend and an ass crack full of awesome. Readers discretion advised, for readers under 18, strong language and some sexual scenes.
8 138 - In Serial9 Chapters
Systrem Amusments
For as long as history has been recorded, the scrolls have held power over all life on the continent. When a blight was forthcoming, the scrolls foretold it. When dangerous beasts reared their faces in civilised society, the scrolls chose the bravest and brightest to defend our way of life. It is only fair, then, that the scrolls would guide our brave adventurers through every step they should take upon \The Path/. Take heart, you intrepid four, for your scroll within your grasp connects you to the will of the world itself. Follow where it leads, and you will find your path to greatness. -Prefect Chelbun; The Initiated's Guide to Adventure Solomon always took the words of his scroll to heart. Where the scroll led, he would have his team follow. Any doubts his team may have were always dashed away by the words scrawled upon that ethereal parchment. Were that ever to fail, swift dicipline would bring his team in line. When the scroll told him to take his first retirement early, he was more than willing to return home and spend the next five years in comfort. It's such a shame, then, that Solomon's team had other plans for him. Clive was never was a fan of the rules, but he still played his part. Despite this, every moment was spent seeing how far he could strech things before he was broken back into line. Now that he was 'retired', however, he had much more room to stretch himself. Now he's got a plan, one that might just make the rules bend his way, for once. Meanwhile, some intrepid new adventurers are ready to make a name for themselves. Fresh off their initiation, they've already received their first quest, their first tale to tell around the hearth. Chances are good, however, that this story is beyond anything they were expecting. On a journey through uncharted territory, laberinthine cities, and conspiracies older than time itself, only one thing is certain. Whatever comes their way, it's sure to be an amusing tale. [Participant in the Royal Road writathon challenge]
8 137 - In Serial9 Chapters
langeweile
pupsfcvvvvvvvvvvv
8 129

