Chapter 248
That the evil god he called might not be as merciful as he had seemed —
‘...I already considered that long ago. Mercy and evil god were never words meant to go together in the first place.’
As he climbed the stairs back up, Ather sorted through his thoughts.
Gods, by nature, did not know mercy. Even when they offered it, their “mercy” often brought catastrophe upon humans. Then what of an evil god? Argio had already proven his wickedness through history.
‘If he had truly been as compassionate as what I saw and felt... then such a history would never have existed. Even if much of it was a false accusation, there were still far too many humans who were torn apart and devoured by the evil god Argio. No matter what anyone says, he is a god of wrath and suffering.’
Ather, once called a hero — how could he not know that?
‘I still remember it all.’
The tongue that spat curses. The eyes soaked in hatred. The claws, huge and sharp, that tore through bodies without mercy. That gleam in his gaze as he reveled in battle. The disaster forged by the deaths of countless people.
How many of his comrades had died by that hand? By that mouth?
‘So... the images of the evil god I saw after my resurrection — they must have been fabricated, twisted. Or perhaps, among tens of thousands of evil personas, I was simply shown the one and only face of kindness.’
One thing was certain — Argio was an evil god.
‘I can’t call him human. He’s a dreadful, monstrous calamity that can only pretend to be one. If we restore him to his full form... the odds are too high that disaster will strike again...’