The God of Hatred

part 14's

The fight is getting worse, too,

The troops from both sides only saw the leader fighting

" Not yet, not yet" Nezeb said

" What's the matter "asked Gaurent

" Their powers are not yet visible" Nezeb said in fear, trembling at what was going on

In the fight, Radehs suddenly raises a stick, at the top end of his wand there is a fire pattern that emits a fiery red so that although it burns like a small torch but still shows the symbol of the fire, and also the length of the stick from his shoulders to his feet, the stick is a deep red, red,

" You know Hanzjoe"

Radehs said, the form of using a red conical hat and red cloak and a fiery iron rod, is the form of the ancestors of the witch nation, the god of witches, he is the god of anger, the god of the,

Then Radehs stuck his left hand that held the stick in the distance, then he turned the stick around and quickly the stick rotated by itself, and then a red light appeared, heading up, and creating a giant hole, it made all who saw it shocked.

" Ah that, the hallmark of the god of anger" Hanzjoe said staring as if the sky of space in their world had become a red color

Retha is a thirteen-year-old girl from the world of Mergeddon, where all the strongest witches know this, in the story told by generations of the devil to their successors, before being killed, there was a girl named Retha, a girl who was born imperfect, on his face and body there was a disgusting pattern that invited many disgusting creatures, and in the distance by all children of his age, his condition worsened when he heard his mother who went somewhere, he said, leaving himself with his father, his father who is not strong enough to withstand all the trials especially his beloved wife has gone, making Retha's father a drunkard, anger against his wife, vented against Retha. if he sees the bad face of Retha he remembers the beautiful face of his wife, when beating the riba bertubi his father always spoke

" WHY SHOULD WE HAVE A CHILD LIKE YOU, IF YOU WERE NOT BORN THEN ME AND RIDA WOULD NOT BE SEPARATED AND COULD LIVE TOGETHER, HE FLED BECAUSE HE COULD NOT STAND THE WORDS OF PEOPLE BECAUSE HE HAD A CHILD LIKE YOU!!" Said the father with emotion and filled with tears and continued to kick Retha's house

Even though his teeth are mottled, blood from the mouth, nose and around the face and body is pouring out, his head is continuously stepped on by the father, in fact, in fact, the father, the disease from birth when touched will feel very sick, added with a punch in a row by the father, but somehow, the pain was no pain compared to his father's antagonism, but somehow,

And in the end the most sadistic torture was that the father would tie him up and burn him in a furnace filled with boiling water, but he was grateful, the people around him who knew it immediately stopped what the father was doing, not long he was there, only 5 minutes that made his whole body destroyed, can't do anything anymore, though,

It was enough what happened, his cowardly father fled somewhere, one day Retha finally felt giving up on his life, he could not blame his mother and father, he said, there was no resentment towards the two, no anger towards the two of them, he was even very happy, even though his father was beating every day but he could get food rations even once a day, even once every two days with food in the form of porridge that is not even able to satiate ordinary people, he was even grateful to his mother who still wanted to take care of him for thirteen years, and he was so angry at himself, he could only blame himself, he hated himself, he clawed at his blistering body, he could only blame himself, despite having survived weeks of burning in the furnace by his father, he tore his body apart using nails he had not cut for a long time, he shouted with all his might, not the cry for help not the cry for pain, but the cry for the emotion of anger so great on him who was born imperfect, he hit his head, his face, his face, then he took a big stone that could be lifted by his thin hands, he smacked it into his head seven times, his head was broken but he still realized, he still felt alive, he still felt alive, hinngga as he struck the eighth time, the stone slipped from the grit of his hands, tears mixed with blood covering his entire face, he should have died, but his angry feelings kept him alive.

At that moment the first generation of anger gods came. One thing Ratha dreamed of, she wanted to help and benefit everyone, but unfortunately her body did not allow her to do noble things, finally, the first generation of the gods of anger tells us that everything that exists is a process of God's creation,

And in the end, Retha was crying very hard, really hard, she was regretting her life, she was screaming that she didn't want to live in this state.

In the end Retha agreed to a pact with the god of anger, the anger in her heart was so great,