"Naraka." Angel softly repeated the name. "This city was named after him too?"
Wise Sovereign nodded.
Pretty narcissistic. Angel muttered inwardly.
"So, you deified him?"
Looking at Naraka in the mural, Angel felt that he no longer resembled a human. He looked more like one of those gods worshipped and imagined by ignorant primitives in totems.
"Deified? Why couldn't Naraka be a god?" Wise Sovereign retorted.
"A god?" Angel neither confirmed nor denied it. "I've heard that many worlds have gods. Then which world's god was Naraka?"
Angel's words sounded ordinary, but anyone with half a brain could hear the mockery in them.
When he was young, Jon had taught him science. When he grew up, Sanders had told him of truth. Throughout that process, no one had ever taught him to believe in gods.
Jon did not believe in them, while Sanders disdained them. For humans of this world, it was not as though the word "god" did not exist in textual definitions. In the mortal world, there were also "gods" who spread doctrines of truth, goodness, and beauty, but at their core, these were merely tools for those above to regulate the people below.
There were "gods" in the Wizarding World as well, but the gods mentioned by wizards were mostly derogatory.
Demon gods, evil gods, outer gods, Evil Fire deities, wild gods... and so on and so forth. There was no doubt that they were powerful beings, worthy of being respectfully addressed as "They." Yet though the form of address was respectful, one only had to look at what wizards called them to know that there was hardly a kind word among those names. What wizards respected was their strength, not their authority as "gods."
In a wizard's eyes, so-called gods were merely extraordinary lifeforms. So long