The True Creator... Was that sinister, dark-skinned infant sitting in the long, wide gash across the Creator's chest and abdomen in the mural the True Creator?
Yes. He was chewing on a length of intestine, blood dripping from it... He was one of those who had devoured the Creator of the City of Silver.
While the others were lost in thought, the Sun, Derrick, was overwhelmed by pain and despair.
He had recognized the one being devoured as the Creator worshiped by the City of Silver. He had also recognized the three figures around him as three of the Kings.
No wonder we never received the Lord's salvation, no matter how much we repented or begged for forgiveness... Derrick murmured inwardly. God died. He was eaten. He'll never come back...
Alger glanced at the dazed young man beside him and sighed softly. He was about to say something when Derrick asked, "Mr. Tower, if Eternal Blazing Sun, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the Lord of Storms were once three of the Kings, then what about the True Creator?"
As he spoke, Derrick recalled the words murmured by the clerical Evil Spirits in the church at Afternoon Town:
"Almighty Lord, I repent... Sasrir has been tempted. The Kings often gather in the palace of Twilight to plot.
"The people of this town have changed too, though I don't know when it began. They've set up secret altars, performed strange rituals, and done all manner of things you forbid.
"I discovered it all, but it was too late. Fallen, bloodshed, darkness, decay, slaughter, filth, and shadows have flowed across and drowned this land.
"A great catastrophe will begin here!"
A possibility struck him, and he followed up his question. "Could he be Dark Angel Sasrir—the one who gathered the Kings