Summer is cruel but not as much cruel as sumer afternoons.
During this hour, the Sun -as if it's planning to end the world for good- burns with profound passion.
Leaving the pitiful creatures under this big boss's mercy, no other choice than retreating to their homes.
Unfortunately, a certain Meerkat was trapped under the sweltering Sun, with an empty stomach and no water to drink.
The meer- Writer, grew more and more irritated with each passing minute.
Currently, he was tied down and lay on the ground helplessly, ridiculously resembling a caterpillar.
Brother from another mother indeed.
Though that was not the only thing bothering him.
He glanced at the person pacing in circles and rambling his heart out to him, making bunch of expressions.
Flaring his little nose, sometimes pouting or just throwing some random hand gestures.
Far from anything graceful.
'And this guy.. claims to be a heavenly being...'
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About half an hour ago.
My eyes slowly opened.
'No, it was not hell..neither heaven..'
Ofcourse it wasn't.
The last thing I remembered was being poked in head with a random twig by a dumb looking person.
'..I am not in hell...even though that person seemed no less than a demon.'
And now, as my eyes slowly opened, the same person was sitting in front of me.
His arms and legs crossed as he sat on-
"Wait a minute!! What?!"
He let out a "hmph", as I looked up at him in utter confusion.
He was not sitting on a tree, neither a rock.
He was sitting in mid air..somehow.
This caught me quite by suprise.
I tried to get up to see if I was just hallucinating.
'Happens all the time anyways.'
But even before I made a move, my body started to hurt. As if screaming, "You fool, you are alive! So lay back, before you really die!!!"
The weird man up in air must have noticed me wincing.
For, he snapped his fingers and my wounds seemed to heal a bit.
The bleeding stabilized and the pain subsided.
The guy sitting up there just threw me a haughty look with another "hmph"
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Just some time before, I was on the verge of death. But when I woke up, the pain very less and now it was even more bearable.
Even though my friends call me dense, I do have a brain.
It wasn't hard to realise this guy helped me.
'Hehe'
'Seems like God sent me a golden thigh, gonna grab it tight.'( ꈍᴗꈍ)
'If he can help wounds heal so fast, he for sure must have other tricks up his sleeve. Gotta catch this guy!'
'Hehe, my new meal ticket.'
If the writer could look at himself right now, he would have surely walked away in disgust at his own expression.
He had a wild look.
No different than a classic pervert face!
The guy in front of him felt a shiver all of a sudden.
" Must have been the wind, ah."
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It didn't take long for the man to jump down and finally break his silence.
"Listen, foul mortal! Listen, what this heavenly deity has to say!"
" For, if your mortal brain was unable to grasp it, I would not repeat a single syllable!"
" Yeah, yeah, boomer.."
" Bloom-boom, wwwwhat?"
The stranger made a confused face, like a rabbit who was told to eat meat.
But he brushed it off.
"....Ahem! Any ways, I don't have time to entertain your idiotic and crude language and even if I did, I would not entertain mere mortals!"
He declared, amidst his periodic 'hmphs'.
The writer looked at him, like a caterpillar looking at his turd. And went back to breath saving mode.
' You know, there are times, when talking to someone just feels like wasting your own breath. Yeah, you get the point.'
'He is a waste of oxygen.'
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" This is a tale as old as time."
" Long, long ago, when the heavens used to nurture mortal realm like a growing plant.
One ordinary day, in the court of the heavenly lord. Spoke a wise god," Your majesty, perhaps we should let mortal realm be. For, to give mortals an opportunity to become self-reliant."
The God who uttered those words, were one of the most reliable subordinate of the heavenly lord, the God of Wisdom himself.
Thus, began the heavenly lord's dilema.
On one hand, he wanted to look out for the fragile humankind. On the other hand, the weight of his subordinate's words stole his rest.
Though, at the end, because of some unknown reasons, he decided to close the gates of heaven.
Leaving the mortal world unattended for centuries.
A few more decades past, a new heavenly lord came into succession.
And a few more decades later, he decided to take a quick look at the mortal realm.
His decision, a fruit of curiosity and leisure.
But what he found, shocked him to his core.
Humans no longer believed in gods.
All signs of them, erased from the face of earth.
Barely anyone prayed or made offerings.
In a state of urgency, he summoned all his subordinates and a heated discussion followed suite.
Lasting for about ten days in human time.
The conclusion all the gathered men and women came was single.
" Make them believe."
But for how to do so? Was the next question.
With different minds and different visions working together, the final choice was completely on the heavenly lord.
Who, declared unwaveringly.
" From this moment on, each newly appointed god is to visit mortal world. Find hundred, firm believers of his designated department. Otherwise, he won't be appointed."
This caused quite a ruckus in the heavenly realm. With each god requesting his majesty to decrease the number.
Alas, his majesty reduced it to fifty.
Still, for a heavenly being to-"
"Excuse me."
The heavenly deity was interrupted by the meerkat.
Who asked him without blinking.
As if staring into his soul.
"Aren't gods supposed to be immortal and born. Not, appointed."
"Also, why does it matter, if humans become atheist?"
'This guy is such a weird person. Pick up any normal person and they would surely agree.'
' Since, when were gods appointed?'
'More importantly, since when did they care about humans?!'
These were the thoughts of the young lad.
Whose suspicion, only grew with each passing minute.
" Ha!"
The deity let out an annoyed sound, while actively rolling his eyes.
Speaking with pro-max level of arrogance.
" Says the mortal"
" Well, you are not to be blamed. For mortals are just born incompetent."
"But-"
" Silence!"
"Still.. there's hope for you under the grace of this deity.
The deity walked away muttering and snapped his fingers twice.
Thus, freeing the writer and healing his outer wounds.
Just enough for him to move, not to stop hurting.
"Follow me." The deity spoke.
" There's a long journey ahead of us."
He continued while looking at the tall trees, like an adventurer.
The writer got up while groaning with each move.
'Why didn't he, just, heal me completely.'
He wondered but changed his mind quickly.
'Well, well. I am still fine.'
He lightly patted his body.
(Fearing, patting a bit too hard would make soul pop out. )
Looked up, or more accurately-down in that person's eyes and spoke without hesitation.
" Uhm, no."
" What did you say?"
The deity asked with a sharp turn.
But writer knew very well, this wasn't a question.
If this guy could heal him.
He could surely beat the shit out of him. Maybe hit him even harder than the bandits.
" Mortal, my patience is dwindling."
The deity spoke as he approached him with tall strides.
Now that he was no longer floating, like a hot air balloon.
The intimidation also inflated.
For, the deity only spoke tall words and he was even shorter than the writer.
'Ah! Someone shorter than me feels good- no, no!'
' This is not the time for that. Excuse, think of an excuse.'
The writer, who surely couldn't just say, " I don't want to" and that " You still sound shady" worked the wheels of his brain.
"Umm, uh, ever heard of stranger danger?"
The writer murmured in a low voice.
The deity: "Why did I choose you?"
" I am genuinely appalled by your stupidity."
Extra:
Writer: "What are you, 4'9?"
Deity: "Why, should I send you 6ft under!"
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