Bab 20: Chapter 20: Death/Okoru
Death.
What is death really?
It is the occurrence when a living being loses its vitality. As a result, all its cells will seize to function.
Simple right?
Of course not. By now you should know that when it comes to humans or any intelligent creature, things aren't always as simple as that.
To humans death has become something far complex different than it has originally was. Scientists may argue that death as simply as explained above, but if you were to ask all the humans on earth, you may find different answer and interpretations. Some may even tell you death is a living breathing being.
Why?
Simply because humans do not know death.
True they have seen people die, but have they seen death itself?
Human being have structured their whole reality on a base intelligence inheritance system. Where the old and experienced teach to the young. This system has continued to billions of years. And this is not just on their knowledge only but also genes as well.
But among all that knowledge, none speak of death. Or if it does, it is simply fantasy or texture unproven by science. Not many would believe these text because at he end of the day, humans believe no one else more than themselves.
Till this day, no one has died to live he tale, or even if they did, one would never believe it 100%.
Because if you have never experience something yourself, what is to prove that it is real?
Any one who is currently living cannot say they know death, for they have never died before. Since life till now, have never experienced it. So at most, humans could only imagine what true death is like.
Humans have tried to explain it many times before but is what is death really? Because if one thinks about it, isn't death no different from colour? You cannot imagine it for you have never seen it. You cannot imagine what you have never seen. That is why if you look at what has been explained of death, they are all just formation of what we know.
Since we have no memory of nonexistence, we believe that death is not the end. We believe that after death, there is more awaiting us further. It Is hard for humans to imagine that when they died, they seize to exist. Because one cannot experience their own nonexistence. And if they could, the closest we have experience is sleep.
'Since I have never stopped existing, i will never stop right?'
Right?
You can't answer such a question since you never stopped right?
As such, death became a question. From a question it became a mystery. And From a mystery it became the most terrifying thing to any and all intelligent races, the unknown.
And this does not exclude goblins.
In the goblin society the rate of goblin deaths was high. Many goblins died per year. This is because like humans back in the caveman age, goblins were not the most terrifying thing in their world.
There was dragons, death birds and all kinds of such creatures that could take a goblin's life. These creatures were feared and named death itself.
They were thus named 'Okoru,' which directly translates to either death or beast.
In the goblin culture, goblins usually aren't named. Only the goblins with the greatest merit have the right to be given a name by their queen. Few goblins ever manage to succeed in getting a name before their deaths.
Of such goblins, one was Komoru. Unlike the other goblins, Komoru was different. He had a talent rarely ever seen in the goblins society.
He was a beast tamer.
And as goblins term both beast and death as one, he was to them no different than a death tamer. Because of this his queen gave him a name.
Komoru.
Which means death herald in goblin terms.
Komoru felt more joy than he has ever felt. For to him, his queen was no different than his god. He was not a pious believer of the creator unlike his queen. He was the kind of goblin who believes in what he could see and touch.
So his faith was put nowhere else than to his queen. He felt no other joy than to see her happy and he sought no other need than to do her bidding. So he fought for her. Fought as her greatest soldier and her beloved.
To seek her smile, he went through many wars with other hordes, and to make her happy, he has live up to his name.
He brought death where he hence stepped. And for that, he was both feared and admired. He did not know when, but their fear and admiration fueled his power.
He basked in their glory and fear and he loved every second of it all. Though he loved it so, it was but a mere cherry to be top, for his true pleasure was his queen.
Never could he have thiught that it would be this fear of him that would bring the downfall of his queen. Many hordes came together sought to bring his queen to her death. With clever tricks and deceptions, the finally managed to kill his queen. And as known since goblin time, a goblin becomes nothing without his queen.
Komoru was no different.
Distraught and saddened by his queen's death, he sought nothing but revenge.
Normally, a single goblin would do nought to a full and functional horde, but as previously said, komoru was different.
He was the death herald.
And he intended to live by the name given by his queen.
He brought death to all, till all he could do was bring death. With each death sentence he delivered he became stronger, and death started to become more and more complex than he had ever thought.
He did not know when, but komoru became a name no different than death itself.
But he felt empty. Something was missing and he did not need to look anywhere to know what it was.
He missed his queen and he felt he could not live any longer without her. For each day that passes without her is less meaningful and more dreadful than the last.
It was then that he decided, he decided to bring her back.
But he was a mere mortal, how was it possible for him to bring people back from the dead?
He could not.
So he turned to the one person known to be able to.
The creator.
But komoru did not intend to pray. His queen prayed each day, what had resulted?
What he saw in the creator was not help, but instead a figure. A figure he wished to mold himself to become. But alas he did not know how to tread this road. For although many legends spoke of the giant creator god, few but a single one spoke of mere goblins becoming gods themselves.
So he followed the one an only legend that said so. It was then that he came to face the god's hammer.
And as his hand grasped the hammer's hilt, a path to of which he caught was paved. From that day on he became a god.
The god of death!
Every time he took a life, his power grew. As such, he never stopped killing. He killed so that one day he could return her. He killed so that he could become he shield. And as for the ones that fell for his cause, they should feel happy for giving birth to a god.
So he brought death. Death to the goblin clans, death to the beasts, death to the mighty dragons, death to he forest, death to the river, death to the skies and death to the earth!
He had nearly killed all, but he was far from his goal.
So he set his eyes to the one thing he knew would make his wish come true.
The creator!
If he was to kill him, surely he could become as strong ad him, right?
But that was a question he could not answer, go he could not test it. In front of him, the creator appeared, but it seems he was too strong for him.
Boom!
Boom!
A rock that was so big that Komoru himself could only compare to an ant to it, rolled towards him. As it went down the mountain, it hit the ground with a 'boom boom.' Each boom representing the death of hundreds of komoru's forces.
It was at that moment that Komoru felt lost.
Since he could not kill the creator, what was he to do?
Was this how it was going to end?
No!
He was indignant. He could not let it end that way. He wanted to do something, but what?
Boom!
Boom!
The giant rock inched closer with each hit to the ground.
And as the rock grew closer, komoru suddenly felt something seeming break within him. He felt as though he had just lost some heavy object that was weighing him down.
Boom!
Another boom resounded, but the sound did not come from the decending rock when it hit the ground, but instead komoru.
From his body, the black smoke like haze spread. Unlike before, it did not seep out, but instead spread towards the surroundings.
Boom!
The rock was now just few meters from komoru, but he was not interested in waiting for it to crush him. He jumped fowards towards the giant rock with his hammer held high.
BAM!
A resounding clap, achoed!
Zenn from atop the mountain watched what was happening below.
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-Arthur thougts-
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