Capítulo 4: The One Named Getha
"God Of Destruction, We your faithful servants and believers bow our head in submission of your holy name as we seek to be blessed by your eternal grace!!!!!".
The saying was picked up by the voice of many, constantly repeating the same wordings all over again with their feet kneeled to the ground and their heads buried deep into it.
Their devotion to continue the convent on their worship is admirable and their unwavering faith over the statue they are bowing to is highly commendable.
The room was dark with the only source of light being the dim torch stick attached to the walls in circles.
If one was able to filter out the noise coming from the green colored beings with long fangs stretching out from their mouth and listen well beyond that, one would easily be able to hear the hollow droppings of water coming from the direction where the entrance of the room is.
"OH great and mighty God Of Destruction, we ask for your mercy and grace over our lives!".
The green like being with rags tied to his crotch, exposing his upper body once again spoke up in praise of the statue erected in front of them, depicting the body of a robust well fed being with well trimmed muscles, two horns with fangs out of its mouth.
It had its left hand raised up holding unto a club with a fierce expression that could lit on fire the weak minded people.
The statue's appearance exhumed out fear and dominance, portraying an essence belonging to a monarch who rules with an iron fist.
Once the green being standing closest to the statue speaks some wordings out with his head bowed, the rest of the green beings kneeling behind him will chorus along, repeating the same words until the one leading them speaks out another wordings.
Amongst the unwavering worshippers of the statue, there is one who is not as enthusiastic as the rest of them are, kneeling at the far end of the line of worshippers.
A smaller version of the green colored beings with an height that brings out her figure as a child especially with her fangs still trapped inward.
It could be seen from her face how disinterested she is about the worship act. Nonetheless, she still has to do it because it is the belief of her race.
They are a race that many of you might come to know as goblins, one of the lowest monster specie with weak combat power.
This particular Goblin specie is a tribe named the Azu tribe with their base being inside of a cave where they offer sacrifice and prayers to their proclaimed God, the God of destruction.
Unlike the rest of her tribe, she does not believe in the existence of the so called God of destruction.
Everyday, without missing a single day, she and her tribe would kneel before the statue and offer their prayers to the figure in hopes of being blessed by it.
Every single time that they do so they have been met with disappointment. Not even a peep from their so called God nor a sign to assure them of his existence.
It is no secret that her people are dying at the hands of the so called righteous worshippers who have branded her kind as heretics all because they are worshipping the God of destruction.
If they are not worshippers of the forbidden God and like any other race are worshipping any of the nine righteous Gods, perhaps then she could have a normal life like everyone else does and not be so trapped up in a cave.
She was very fond of sneaking out of the dark cave to see what the outside world has to offer, going beyond the forest that the cave is located in and from afar, taking a peek at the city located on the very end of the forest.
The forest is set on a mountain spot giving her the opportunity to see a lot of places from afar only be standing at the mountain edge.
She envies those with an ordinary life and wished for one just like theirs but the actions of her tribe would not permit her to have such a life.
She is tied to her parents who are tied to the belief of their tribe that the God of Destruction is their one true God. And as such, they are to worship him unconditionally even at the face of condemnation by another or being at risk of getting killed by the righteous believers.
She couldn't not understand why that is to be. Why they have to risk their lives worshipping a being who has not once made his presence known to them.
A being who watches from wherever he/she is, watching as her kind gets slaughtered for placing their beliefs on him/her.
If truly the God of destruction is a real entity and not just a false myth passed down, she dared in her mind that such a God should make their presence known to her and her kind.
"Getha, what do you think you are doing not closing your eyes!".
Getha's mother who is kneeling on her left with her head bowed to the ground.
She awkwardly shifted the gaze of her eyes to Getha's direction while still having her head bowed and facing the front.
Her voice came in the form a whisper silent enough to not have the whole tribe present in the cave hearing her but still get to Getha who is right beside her.
"my eyes are closed mother".
Getha's mother was aware of her daughter's disbelief in the existence of their God and her incessant questioning on why there is a need to worship a God who does not even bother answering them or helping them in their time of needs.
"you called those closed?!".
"the both of you, this is not the time for you to start arguing on pointless things".
With his leg still kneeling down he had his upper body raised up with his hand pointing at Getha to caution her on her unwarranted attitude during the time the worship of their God is taking place.
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