Chapter 82: Have Faith 1
Zarian was in another dream, but more nightmarish than usual. Sinfeast was back, and Zarian had both hands wrapped tight around the deplorable god’s neck. He squeezed his grip and shook the god back and forth, smashing the back of the evil god’s head against the alleyway wall.
Blurry vehicles passed by on the street outside the alley, like a moving pastel picture of the urban sprawl Zarian knew as a beggar back in the old world. Blurry figures walked by in a hurry. Nobody cared about Zarian strangling a horrific, vile, invasive, and wicked god.
Nobody cared that Zarian was losing.
The evil god had no recognizable features that denounced him as man or woman. Sometimes he was more of a wolf. Sometimes he was more of a fox. He switched between being plain and fleshy to bestial and furry, and sometimes something in the middle.
But no matter what, Zarian could tell it was Sinfeast by the stupid, lecherous smile on the evil god’s face. And no matter how much Zarian throttled the sinful god by the neck, it felt like Zarian was getting throttled and hurt even more so.
Zarian bashed the god’s head into the alley wall again. In return, Zarian felt a hard knock against the back of his head and nearly fell over. Remaining on top, Zarian squeezed his grip on the god’s throat even tighter and kept throttling Sinfeast. In return, terrible bruise marks darkened around Zarian’s neck.
Zarian couldn’t breathe, but he kept strangling and shaking Sinfeast. The god laughed, licked his lips, and blew kisses at him, infuriating Zarian even further. Zarian couldn’t stop himself from committing outright violence, and Sinfeast enjoyed every moment.
The god even talked. “Hurt me more, daddy, hurt me more!”
Zarian wanted to growl, but he couldn’t because of the force around his throat. He was feeling weaker, more drained. He felt like he was the one being put down violently.