CH300 Gods and Believers part one

In his realm watching down at the world, Quox lounged around, feeling content in the amount of faith he had, even if it would never be enough for his taste. When his world had fallen he’d made the only reasonable choice and ran, having heard the rumours of this one from a void god he encountered and fled to it, hoping to find new believers and new strength, but things hadn’t worked out that smoothly.

When he’d arrived he was almost immediately exiled, told he’d be forbidden from gaining followers until he proved his worth in the invasion they all knew would eventually come, an act that still had his fur bristling even millennia later.

And just because I only saved myself of all things! Honestly, those self-righteous bastards think they’re so much better than us just because they saved a few of their people. We’re gods! Our believers live to serve us, not the other way around. I’m sure my people felt truly blessed to give all they had for me in their final moments, why should I be villainized for it?

He did his best to push the thoughts away as he always did any time he got like this. It didn’t matter. Even if it was small, even if he had to share it with others, the amount of faith he had was growing, and they’d all managed to keep it a secret from those judging gods. Things would be tight, but soon they’d be able to put their final plan into action, they just needed to be patient.

The fall of this world was coming, it was a fact they all knew. With the invasion so close to their doorsteps they just needed to gather as much faith as they could while they could, and if they were extremely lucky then they’d be able to use it to escape this doomed world once things got too bad. Sure, it would leave them in a bad state, but there were ways for them to adapt, to survive, they’d just need to gain all they could by the second wave as they ran for it.

After all, the others are so insistent on doing what they can and never gave us the respect we deserve, who cares how they die in the end. I’ll go on, and it’s always the survivors who record history.

Just thinking of a coming future where those who oppressed him were destroyed filled him with glee, a far nicer fantasy to experience than any memory of the past, and with nothing else to do he could have enjoyed hours of it, at least until another god came into his realm, gripped in panic.

“Quox, this is bad! This is so so bad! Oh falling stars we’re so fucked!” The god Haro screamed as he got there, much to Quox’s annoyance. The fly like god was always panicky and a pain to deal with overall, but they were also co-conspirators, more deeply bound than he’d ever willingly be if he felt like he had a choice in the matter.

“Damn it Haro, what is it now? Can’t you see I’m trying to relax?”

“There’s no time to relax, damn it! We need to do something! The other gods suspect something!”

That got his attention, making him get up despite himself. “There’s no way. They weren’t able to find out even after the invader incident, they can’t know now.”

“Well, something’s happening! They’re trying to be secretive about this but I know a couple of them are actually going to descend upon the world! You know they wouldn’t fucking do that before the invasion if it wasn’t something big!”

“Infinite hells! Get the others, we need to sort this out now,” Even if he didn’t particularly like the other god, he knew he wouldn’t be wrong about something like this, even if it threw all of their plans into disarray, and so close to the end of things too.

It’s okay, it’s okay, we can still make this work. We might not be able to gather as much faith as we could otherwise, but as long as the numbers are culled and bodies are disposed of we’ll make it through this, we just need to act.

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In his village, Toltho walked around greeting everyone he saw. The tents that made up their homes were spread between the trees as those without any tasks to do were on their knees giving what faith they could, with only a few children playing as they ran up to him, excitement plain on their faces as one spoke up.

“Toltho, Toltho! The great voice spoke to me! I’ve gained a level to my stealth!”