How to describe the feeling of God's warmth? Well for starters, it hurt A LOT. Ok, imagine going 65 mph on a motorcycle, then being flung over the handlebars as the bike flipped over on you sending you down the high way as your skin ripped off your body in small chunks as you drag down the road. Now imagine that, but slower and being able to feel every piece of your flesh ripping and braking off until there was nothing left. All the while being fully awake as it happened in the flash of light that consumed me. I was broken down to nothing but, I wasn't dead when the light faded I was still standing where I was before only now the world around me had a blue tint to it and everything seemed to have been frozen in time. "Don't panic boy I just gave us some privacy to talk as it stands now we are the only two alive, everyone else is frozen in place reliving in a time loop of the past three minutes which gives us all the time in the world to talk." Shocked not knowing what I had just gotten myself into, I decided to say nothing, trying not to dig an even deeper grave for myself. "What do you know of your father?" God spoke more so than asked. "That he was a strong and kind man to help you when at your lowest but would show no remorse to leave you on a whim never to give a reason." Tell me, don't you see it all as too convenient that all of our info on you is hidden or corrupt when it comes to your involvement on your father, a simple human?" He said as he paced around the room.
As much as I hate to admit it, he made a lot of sense. Everything here is new and unknown from anything back home, this is the world of the dead, a one way stop. The fact that this not only happened, with my dad as a suspect, it was always clear he was living a doble life but to clam he had a hand in this wold be impossable. "I agree." I started looking down at my shoes "I'm not some dunce that will try and defend a man with no evidence saying otherwise but, maybe there's more to the story here? Think about it, if a mortal man had the potential power to somehow know the inner workings of Civilizatie and somehow hide THIS information, wouldn't you think he would have done more by now?" God shook his head bringing his thumb and two fingers to his head as if I'm causing him a headache. "You're dad's not mortal, that's the whole point to this arrangement." God stood in silence for a moment before saying."Do you know the story of the Big Bang?", he asked looking for a response from me. But when he reserved none he continued. "In the beginning, it was just me. I have the power to create anything from nothing, THAT is my gift. So I created a planet full of others with gifts of their own, earth, water, fire, and air. In turn, they made their own creations, and as did I! Until we ran out of room so, I made a new planet and another, and another, and a couple trillion more until one day I desired some help. However, because I was the only one that could make more planets I decided to tried to make a copy of myself and when I did I set off the Big Bang Though things took a turn for the worst, instead of making new life, I created death and destruction. His presence alone caused all the God's to go to war with one another, each giving them the ability to hurt and destroy. Once the blood stopped draining from my fallen friend's, I found this false God, the God of Destruction. He was an empty shell of what he once was. He was frill and weak, huddled in a cave left to his own demise. He had killed everything and was now left with nothing. I wanted nothing more then to just kill him but, unable to harm him because of my gift to create, I couldn't give him anymore pain putting us at a steal mate until we came to an agreement. I, would remake everything and HE, would give them a life cycle killing them off sending them to me where they can go back as something else or stay in Civilizatie where they can create small scale stuff as well. I'm betting your dad is the God of destruction in hiding?" "Really, that's what you think? He's strong but I also saw him get his ass handed to him a few times and I'm no son of God!" "You will soon find out. Take this bag, it will be able to give you whatever you may need when looking for your father. Just think about what you'll need and pull it out." "You really want me to go and look for my father, even though I'm dead and he's not? How exactly am I supposed to do that?!?" I said to God with such confusion. With a serious but stern look and what seemed to a bit of amusement, God says, "I never said you'll be going back to your old life. I'll send you somewhere you can find him and take his seal to prove yourself innocent as well as help me keep everything in balance." I responded, "And if I refuse?" "I'll keep you HERE alone forever." Hearing him say that, I knew he meant it. He already revealed he can't kill me so this would be his next best thing. "Ok, I'll do it."
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God's At Arm's
Short Story?My name is Zachary Martin and I'm the creator of the story titled: God's At Arms. A story where a young man gets caught in the crossfire of a dispute between both the God of Creation and the God of Destruction.?☠️ This book is heavily inspired by t...