Book 17: Chapter 42
The descending red orb extended the sharp shawl and corpse’s shadows. The scarlet lights made the writhing corpse even more hideous. When he was killed, half of the city’s population surrounded the area as they looked forward to the cry of pain that gave them an instant of shot of joy. Afterwards, nobody was willing to step on even the shadow cast on the ground. The black birds circled the sky and surrounded the corpse.
The crows looked forward to their feasting hour, but they were afraid of the sharp shawl and human crowd. Nobody was fond of the crows that feasted on rotten things, yet didn’t mind humanity killing their own kind via such an excruciatingly cruel method. Only the crows were going to tolerate the human corpse.
Humanity was an interesting race. Religion was supposed to be used to give themselves hope, kindness and nice things, yet it create countless insane men and triggered slaughters. God was supposed to be a symbol of holiness and beauty for humans, yet under the guidance of their god, they never picked up flowers. Instead, they picked up blades and guns. There was never any harmony or beauty; there was only slaughter and the sinister ambitions humans hid deep within their hearts.
Humanity would never see God. Humanity would never be God’s children. Humanity’s god would never be the elves’ god. Mommy Vyvyan was right. Humanity’s god was just a concept they fabricated. Humanity’s god served humanity, but the true God would never budge for humanity. Gods were just gods. They had no purpose, and they had no obligation to serve humanity. Nevertheless, humanity invented their own god to serve them.
Humanity’s so-called god was the same as the houses and machines that they built. They were things that served humanity. They were merely a concept humans came up with to serve their own purposes. That applied to both the old and new church. They carried out crazy things in the name of their creed. That was so-called religion. That was the so-called human race.
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Present time inside a hotel at a street near the church’s street.
The room interior was dark. The sunset was still emitting its weak light; however, the room’s windows and door were sealed shut. The room definitely wasn’t empty, though. It was actually full of seated individuals. Everybody in the building held a golden holy hoary emblem in their hand. All of them were wrapped in black robes. Despite the room packing hot air due to there being no oxygen, not one person dared to stand up, and not one person budged. There were several wooden chests placed to the side in the blazing and dry room.
The sunset didn’t surrender, but the hotel’s lower floor was already packed with humanity’s laughter and the sound of cups clinking. The people and birds on the streets headed toward their respective nests. The day was over. It was another ordinary day for Hilles City despite the little event during the day. But that was all it was, a small event. That was Hilles City, the Phoenix’s Nest. Regardless of how turbulent it was outside, the turbulence would never reach the city. All of the inhabitants believed in their Empress; they believed in the empire. The city was the heart of the empire. Nothing would ever happen there.