Chương 8: In The Presence Of A God
She stood silent, waiting for the fire to get to her, but to Getha's surprise, the fire did not come.
It has been a while that she has her eyes closed in expectant of being burned alive. Yet somehow, she is still left standing when she truly should have been in the comfort zone of the flame.
Getha opened her eyes to see why she wasn't getting harmed by the fire, and the presence she saw, terrified her at first glance.
Out of fear, she slowly shifted her body backward, starting with her left leg taking the lead, then her right leg tagging along.
She had taken about three step backwards when her feet lost the strength, and tripped her sideways.
Getha's body on the verge of falling, with her upper body strained backwards, was stopped by the figure that had appeared before her, holding unto her hand and preventing her from falling.
His deep oceanic cold eyes glistened amidst the raging fire burning behind and around him.
He had fangs similar to the one's her tribe elders had, but his was more domineering, compacted, and well fitted to his face.
He has an oval type facial features, with long ears stretched like a triangle, long silver blue hair covering his forehead that has two horns protruding from the left and right side of the forehead.
Amongst monster kinds, his appearance would be considered as the very epitome of beauty mixed in with fear, and in the midst of beautiful, he would be viewed as being drawn out from a fairytale.
This being that is holding unto Getha's hand and preventing her from falling to the ground, had an appearance similar to how the statue of the God of destruction is carved, with the exception of him not being as tall or robust as the statue.
Unlike the statue, he had a slim figure that would make it hard to discern what sort of combat type he is, or if he was even capable of causing any form of destruction.
His height, was also not as tall as that of the statue, roughly measuring around six feet tall.
That two features, disqualified him as the God of destruction, but the feeling welling up inside Getha told her otherwise.
"are...are you the God Of Destruction!".
Her voice sounded reluctant, not sure if she was right, she still proceeded to ask him.
He looked at her with curiosity, most of his view focusing on the wound on her shoulder.
He turned his head around, looking at the bodies that were engulfed in fire, and was now burning together with the surroundings.
The fire did not get to the being, nor did it touch Getha who was close to the being.
It was as if the raging flames was scared of going anywhere near it, and decided to keep its distance from him, afraid of being extinguished.
"hmm....!"
The being muttered out with his lips still closed within his fangs after he had observed his surroundings.
He drew Getha closer to him, using the hand he was holding unto, and effortlessly picked her up from the ground.
"wait don!".
Before she could finish speaking, he had already jumped above the cave, and smoothly landed outside of it.
When they have gotten out of the cave, the being careful placed Getha down on the grassland.
He left her, and turned his back on her to observe his surroundings for a moment, breathing in the air like it was his first time doing it.
He had his hand on the grass, and plucked out a handful of stubborn grass, then proceeded to put it inside his mouth and chew on it.
Getha watched as he chew on the grass, and with a disgusting look, asked her inner self if he had gone insane, or if he was just that hungry.
Not even she and her tribe would go as far as picking on grass as a source of food no matter how hungry they were.
When he was done chewing, he spits out the remnant of the grass and stood up from his feet to go back to Getha who was still looking at him with a sacred expression.
"where am I!".
She was just as confused as he was, and unsure of what to reply his question with.
"you are on a mountain".
Getha did not know exactly what it is that he was asking of her when he said the where, but she does know where she is, and decided to tell him that instead.
"hmm...."
The being once again, looked at Getha with a confused expression.
"i don't mean the where, I mean the where?"
She was...dumbfounded, questioning the mindset of the being that is in front of her.
Getha did not really have the leisure to play or joke around with the being that appeared in her presence.
She just lost her parents, her tribe, and her home in a day. Her current state of mind does not permit her to be calm, nor does it give her the privilege to be collected on her thoughts.
"Oh Great God Of Destruction. Please, please, I need your grace, I need your power to be able to take revenge on those who did me harm. On the people who annihilated my tribe, I need the power to be able to make them pay".
Getha moved her body that is drawing on its last source of life. She moved it against its will and bowed her head before the being to plead for his help.
The atmosphere was silent, devoid of sound except that of the wind blowing about and giving the trees the force it needed to swirl about.
She wondered why there was no reply from the being, scared even, that the being would not help her as she had requested.
She felt the shadow of the being dawning on her, as her view had become darker despite the sun being out and shining as brightly as it could.
"hmm...tell me monster child, do you feel pain".
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