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Kohath listened to the creature speak, scratching his beard. He hated to admit it, but he had no idea what the creature was talking about. "A god is eternal, infinite," Kohath said. "They have no beginning. They were always there, not that the expression is quite accurate, as time did not exist...

Kohath laughed. "Are you seriously suggesting that a world can form on its own? That something can spontaneously arise from nothing?" He gestured around himself. "Tell me, then, how come no worlds are forming here right now? What makes this emptiness different from the emptiness before a universe?"

Kohath turned around slowly to the... strange tentacled creature. "As good as any world can be. There aren't any worlds formed without gods."

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"Hah!" Kohath scoffed, but he could not deny the fear that reared its ugly head. While his master could not die, the kingdom could. If all the surrounding kingdoms realized they shared a common enemy... "A mon with a human's body," Kohath said, tasting the words. "I have heard legends of foxes...

only a little over a week! not too shabby. don't get used to that, though, because my outline starts getting looser at this point and i don't know what chapter four will look like yet. this is another teen-rated one. no content warnings. enjoy. --- CHAPTER THREE Friend --- May 17th, 149...

Kohath rolled his eyes. "My master cannot be destroyed," he said. "The being more powerful attempted it, but could only shatter his spirit and distribute it across millions of creatures in the sea. My master found a way to gather himself and recover. Ergo, any victory against him is only...

Kohath's hairs raised on end, but he didn't show his apprehension otherwise. Instead, he chuckled. "What do you know," he said. "Both our friends are tentacled." Kohath humphed. "Perhaps your gods. There is only one being more powerful than my master, and he has fled the universe. The Lord of...

"You have a god as master as well?" Kohath asked. Must be some powerful spirit. It cannot be a real god - there are only three. "That would explain your... powers."

"Of course," said Kohath. "I've known him since I was a boy. He was the one that helped me escape slavery and lived with me in the wilderness for years. With his guidance, I formed the Helixian tribe and fought until it became a kingdom. Nowadays, he lives with me in the palace." He quirked a...

Kohath smiled, flashing his canines. "You have good taste," he said. "This is the finest wool in the kingdom, sown together by the greatest seamstress." "It is the kingdom of the Helixians, located in the Aava desert," Kohath replied. "But I sense that you two come from somewhere far away...

Kohath took in the strange sight and felt a wave of apprehension come over him. This being is not lower-human - not entirely, anyway, he thought. So this place has inhabitants with powers I did not expect. I should adjust my behavior accordingly. Now, how to yield without losing my pride...

hi all! here we are again, a few months after the last chapter. i don't know, though, if the next one will take as long, as i actually do have the outline finished by now and should know what to write. well, i guess we'll see! this chapter is rated teen for non-violent death. enjoy! --- Part...

Kohath glared back. "To cower just to be polite is the brainless action. A Helixian acts to get what he needs, and he will use force if necessary."

Kohath slammed his hand on the counter and leaned in. "I call you only what you are, lower-human. Now, explain. Or would you like me to beat it out of you?"

Kohath noticed one of the men look at him, and his look was not respectful. Kohath narrowed his eyes and walked up to him. "You, lower-human," he started. "You will explain this place to me."

Hi there! Here for Catnip, reviewing chapter 17. A note not specific to this chapter - I skimmed the previous chapter to recap and I like that you put in some small reminders of things, like mentioning Rui still thinks Wes was undercover in Snagem or that Duking doesn't trust Wes. It's been a...

a) I wanna write for the Deathly and Mary Sue corpses b) I should be able to write any time c) I'd rather not be the first in any corpse.

Kohath should have known there was something off about the letter he had received. He'd never have thought speaking out the word given to him would have actually resulted in anything happening, but now he was here, wherever 'here' was, and no longer at the palace. What was the meaning of this...

I don't know how much I'll participate, but I think I might wanna pop in. Name: Kohath I Age: Forty-something Appearance: Two meters tall, bronze skin, dark brown hair and beard, physique like a Greek statue, extensive body hair, piercing yellow eyes, enlarged canine teeth. Wears white robes...