If you act as god be prepared to answer to those who came before you. JJBA X SMR

Chapter 1

(Notes; Ajamu is a reference to the singer known as King Ajamu. The pic shown was drawn by me and if you're reading this on Quotev or Wattpad acts as the cover for this story. N/n= a nickname, preferably one that would condescend in nature.

Warning this story contains: mentions of abusive families, drug use, past ‌underage drug use, underage drinking, underage sexual activity, allusions/mentions of past sexual assault, past suicide attempts, religious imagery, homophobia, depersonalization derealization dissociation, mentally ill reader, both positive and negative views on religion instances/mentions of stalking, lovecraftian themes, heavy existential dread/crisis, Gothic elements, body horror, animal death, cults, symbolism (actually way too much symbolism), abuse of authority and religion, self hate, self destructive behavior, mentions of codependency, unreality, emetophobia, etc.)

Title: Scenes of unimportance, like photos pulled from an album and scrapped.

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Many don't understand gods.

To be fair, many knew little about the afterlife as well. From reincarnation to the various forms of heaven and hell that might or might not exist, humans had always found themselves unable to get definitive answers. There were many who had, along with those who continued, to spend their entire lives trying ever so desperately to discover the many secrets of religion and the afterlife, but they all continued to come up short.

Not that such a thing mattered.

After all, the age of gods and deities had long since ended, not with a bang but ‌a quiet murmur that left much to the imagination, mainly because they were all dead, or rather, most of them were dead. The one who had killed the golden age of immortals was mere ash, joining the ranks of his victims with little to no grace, meaning there was exactly one god left behind.

That god was asleep. Resting. Or maybe one would rather use the term hibernation for the long time periods the immortal remained in comatose?

Well, no matter which term one preferred, the god was lost to the realm of dreams.

The male in question had a rather striking appearance. His frame, lean, bony, yet clearly muscular despite how lightweight he must be, made even more noticeable because his body was completely bare. Not that many would consider it to be such a bad thing. As mentioned previously, his appearance was striking, yet his beauty was more unnatural than most. Yet a masterpiece all the same. Despite his clear beauty, his body was marred with distinct scars and tattoos. Or maybe not 'marred' depending on one's views, but that isn't important.

The main set of scars were a massive cross-shaped brand on the front of his chest, twenty-five inches from his Adam's Apple to his hips and belly button and twenty-five inches across, then a scar along his throat, that was five inches wide at most and half an inch at the least ripped open in a way that resembled a Glasgow smile, two massive wounds then ran parallel down his back about the same length as the brand, and finally a series of older scars along his legs, mainly burns on his thighs, and a series of thinner scars at his ankles.

The tattoos were clearly of a different story. On the inside of each forearm was a word; Dio on the right, Diavolo on the left. The companion piece to those two words was left trailing down the line of his spine in between the two scars mentioned earlier. It was the word; Giudizio. All together they meant god, devil, and judgment in Italian, with each word being fully capitalized and in jagged, solid black lettering. The other tattoos were much less on the nose, two capital 'X's that resided on the side of each shoulder in that same jagged font. A bluish black band about five inches wide was at each wrist and ankle, more decorative than anything else, and on the outer calf and knee of his left leg was a series of symbols in dark gold that seemed to glow in the low light and stand out against his already pale skin. The top was two lines made to resemble a cobra with the first line being like the symbol 'omega', representing the hood of the serpent, with the other line, more similar to a capital 'I' being the head of the snake and muzzle. The next symbol was a curved seven, and the other a jagged 'v', stopping above the scarring that curved around his ankles as if bone fragments had tried to escape flesh.