"Hehe, that's right. Amo was actually a God who was abandoned before he could even take shape."
Big Cat twisted its waist through the air like smoke, and the patterns on its body began displaying a story like a cartoon, complete with helpful subtitles.
A very, very long time ago, ape-men worshipped gods they had each created for themselves. These gods differed from one another, but all served as guardian gods that gave the apes psychological comfort.
Some monkeys thought being gored by sharp horns hurt terribly, so their god had to have sharp horns to help them knock away anything threatening.
Some thought terror fish had huge mouths and razor-sharp teeth, so their guardian god absolutely had to have those traits, ensuring they would not be threatened by monsters lurking in the dark.
Other monkeys thought birds having wings was incredibly awesome, so the gods they imagined also had wings and could arrive in time whenever they faced danger.
The apes' thoughts were ever-changing as well. Maybe they thought one thing was best yesterday, then believed something else was better tomorrow. Over time, the Gods of Oblivion gained all sorts of mind-reading and shapeshifting abilities, and often became grotesque and ugly.
In short, every different ape-man had different ideas, and the gods they worshipped in their hearts took all kinds of strange and bizarre forms.
As apes slowly evolved, they gradually developed language. Once they could communicate, they quickly discovered that every monkey worshipped a different god.
The god in my heart looks like this, while the god in yours looks like that? What were they supposed to do? Within a tribal group, whose guardian god was the strongest?
Thus, the ideas belonging to different apes began to blend. Maybe through language, maybe through force. In any case, after