The Crack In Heaven [A LitRPG Progression Fantasy] Chapter 33: Chapter 33: What the Slums Pray To

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Chapter 33: What the Slums Pray To Kael passed his thumb over the set of scales minted on the metallic token. Each coin felt real against his finger, but it was the heart on the other side that forced him to cover his mouth. It was soft; the kind of soft that didn't belong to metal. Like flesh. He yanked his thumb back, covering his mouth. Locks of dark hair fell over the sweat glistening on his forehead. "To which of the eight bastards does this belong?" He couldn't detach his gaze from the token. Divine pantheons interested him as much as his last pair of knitted shoes—not in the slightest—but even he knew the three major gods. Morvana, the weaver of fate, and her lacework of strings. The eternal flame, Kythra, and her burning sun. And Solaron. That one he didn't know much about. No one did here, except that he was a god of order or some other trash he didn't manage properly, anyway. None of them, he was sure, used scales as their symbol... Among the other gods, he knew the Quiet Hand and that he hid secrets older than the world. Theda, the goddess Garrick worshipped, spoke about strength in conflict. Then came Kraghor, the most revered god in the slums. Miners and beggars prayed to him, and so did his mom, Tonio's brothers, and Arthur. Endure poverty. Endure hunger. Endure injustice. I behold all with equal gaze, and a god does not punish the brave twice. For them, I have prepared a place in my divine realm, where peace rests frozen for eternity. The bastard words he had heard from his mom's mouth. Sure. Suffer until you die, then let the same mongrel who watched you without raising a finger decide whether you're worthy enough for his peace. The frozen peace, more like the god of frozen eyes. I'd rather drop into hell. He chuckled. Weren't the slums hell already? Beside him, Els' voice broke his bitter thoughts. "What's so fun?" She tilted her head playfully. "Just something I thought about. Anyway, you can help me." He met her green eyes. "You know about the bast... the gods? I can't remember the last two." "Oh, you must be thinking about these two. Easy!" Els lifted her finger with a smug grin. "There is Lyra, the goddess of languages. Her interpretations are really fascinating, and honestly, I'm glad we had her, or we'd be growling like animals. Can you imagine it?" She paused as if to let Kael laugh. He shrugged. Language didn't need coins or hearts. Pouting, she continued. "I don't know much about the last one. Not because he's secretive like the Quiet Hand, but because he's not a god for us. Dad said only the wealthy pray to him. And when I say wealthy, I don't mean Garrick, but people like real kings and queens, with crowns and enough gold to bathe in it." "Hmm. He might fit." Kael leaned closer and showed her the token. "Is this god represented by a scale like this?" Els took the token from his hand and raised it in the flickering light of the lamppost. Her eyes narrowed on the intricate stack of coins and on the heart. "I can see why you'd think that. Good craftsmanship, but shouldn't it be silver or gold? No, Kael. That god's words are about growth. Dad said plants would likely represent him. See? Not a god for us." She brushed the heart and flinched. "What's this token then?" Kael took it back, frowning. "It's soft..." she muttered, her fingers trembling. "I don't know. Something evil. Maybe a dark spawn... Throw it!" "A spawn? Met one. The damned thing broke my arm and whispered with mom's voice. They don't need tokens. I'll keep it until we find out." Els' eyes widened as he pocketed it. She gripped his shoulders, shaking him and blurting out. "You met one?! Where? How? Are you alright? You mean the arm from back then? I thought it was Ash!" "That's what I let you think." Kael shook his head. "In the mines, down a lake of corrosive water. Does it even matter? It tried to kill me. I survived. End of the story, unless you want to visit it." "Kraghor protects me from your stupid ideas." Kael clenched his fist. Jus