Well, this surely wasn't sounding very nice hearing from such a little kid, so it was pretty frustrating to hear such things from his mouth, but instead of melting with those painful words, this jerky bastard spoke in the same provoking tone: 'HUH? What pretender, what did your god promise, and where did he take you? I don't think that you are telling any real thing here, but rather you are just making up the stories while keeping the details hidden. if such things really happened, then why don't you also share the details of such incidents!'
Hearing this bastard's words, I realized why I never liked this bastard; it was always the same. He just knows how to reach his destination; he never really cared what he was crushing in his path, and even now he was trying to squeeze info out of this kid, and the devil knows what might be roaming in his mind.
And hearing it, the aura started to again become ruthless as he spoke in a sobbing and frustrated tone: 'I don't remember what happened back then; I only have some fragments of my memory where I was told to sit in a strange furnace while those people who were with God put those burning things over me. When i tried to scream, the god put some strange cloth over my face, while telling me to keep chanting until he stops it himself.'
Hearing it, this time antak spoke in sincere and deep tone: 'Did he ever tell you to stop the chants?'
Hearing his words, we looked at Antak, who had pretty serious expressions, but Kid's face became gloomier with every breath, and the aura around him started to become much darker than before, and he spoke in a frustrated and cold tone: 'No, the god didn't even try; those people of god always put weird stuff on my body, and everything just hurt so bad that I always wished to scream the pain out!
But the god always stopped me and always taught that, after all this pain, I would be able to meet my people again, so feeling the hope of returning back to my people, i kept following his commands!'
Seeing the tension, few words escaped my lips unconsciously: 'So, brat, why didn't you escape from such shit hole!'
Even I didn't remember when I spoke all these things, but as these words escaped my lips, everybody started staring at me pretty coldly while the aura around the kid kept getting violent and the bloodlust began to rise from him.
Seeing such change, Antak and Bona were glaring at me as if they were cursing me to their final lengths, but to control the situation, Antak spoke in the same deep tone: 'Well, surely he must have given you the freedom he offered, right? As he was a god, so don't tell us that your god broke its own promise with his most cherished devotee!'
Hearing this bastard's word, the kid started to grit his teeth, and strange kinds of symbols started to become visible on his body, and he spoke while screaming, 'NO, HE DIDN'T KEEP HIS PROMISE; HE BETRAYED ME AND MY KIND!!!
HE TURNED ME INTO A WEAPON AND TOOK ME TO THE WAR, AND WHEN I WON WAR FOR HIM, INSTEAD OF TAKING ME BACK TO MY PEOPLE, HE JUST ABANDONED ME ON BATTLEFIELD, WHEREAFTER MUCH STRUGGLE, I REACHED BACK TO SEE MY PEOPLE, BUT THERE WAS NO ONE LEFT! NOT A SINGLE PERSON TO EVEN SOB ON MY GRAVE; MY FATHER, MOTHER, AND ENTIRE CLAN GOT EXTINCT!'
Hearing his words, each of us had wide eyes because surely the prints that he had were correctly matching with his story; his such childish body had such brutal marks of symbol craving that everybody's heart was getting heavy, and seeing the rage of this kid, we couldn't help but feel pity for him.
Such existence that could obliterate entire realm without single thought had such a tragic past, but as I was about to say something to assure him, Antak gestured me to wait while Bona again spoke with sincere tone: "Kid, you are sounding like you're a miserable brat. Despite having such power, why didn't you ask your god about your tribe people? He must have been able to handle such puny matter, right?'
Hearing his words, the kid had quite a pale face, and he spoke while taking deep breaths. "No, he didn't help anybody, not especially a lower mortal like me. The one fool who trusted him the most got betrayed by his own trust. He told me that my clan went somewhere, and he doesn't know where they went to.
But those words were nothing but lies. After becoming the weapon, I developed a strange instinct that could tell me if the other person was telling the truth or not, and my instincts started screaming when I heard God's words.
So, feeling such immense sorrow, I tried to again ask him about my tribe, but instead of just telling me, he screamed at me and spoke: 'You vile mortal, you dared to ask one thing twice!
Have you forgotten your place, or did you start thinking that if I became a little nice to you, you would get the privilege of asking me questions, huh?
You want to know about your tribe, right? Well, the simple answer is I killed them and every one of your kind, as they now had no use for me. So anything else you want to know?'"
Hearing his words, I realized that maybe his realm's god was also the same as ours, only looking at us when he wants something or has some work for us, but hearing such words from a sobbing kid was not a nice feeling, but that's the only thing one can get after trusting someone other than oneself.
Soon after hearing his words and feeling the immense energy radiating from him, we all started gulping our saliva and began to look at each other.