SIDAPA
EVENING came. I finished just in time. A few died today, but most of them ended in the afterlife.
“Did I make it?!” I almost fell off my tree when Libulan popped out of nowhere, haggard and a little disoriented.
“Libulan? What happened to you?” I asked in awe, and came down by jumping directly to the ground. It created a loud thud, and small animals nearby ran in fear and hid somewhere safe when they saw me.
[Even animals can sense the danger in me. So why can’t Libulan?] I wondered as I looked at the clueless Moon Deity.
I didn’t become the God of Death just to deliver some cringe nonsense to be laughed at. In this physical world, I was the symbol of fear and the epitome of death. My looks weren’t just for show. I was meant to look hideous so I could bring out the negative sid
