God.
A term that humans were much too familiar with.
That word, or the emotion and devotion to that word, was the only outlet for frustration for some humans.
For some, it was the only solace they could find in the unforgiving world—the one they could share their happiness with—and for others, that word was nothing but a curse that gives hope.
Not all believed in gods, though.
Alex was also one of those people.
When his family was stolen from him, he stopped believing in God, but slowly, as he lived with someone he considered close to himself, the belief returned. That too, however, was broken—shattered into millions of pieces—when he was betrayed.
But there was one thing that everyone knew: If there was a god up there, he must be pretty strong; he must have all the abilities that the tales about them make him out to have.
This was the reason why many humans feared the moment they heard that the gods were watching them.