The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

****(POV)

That's when I hear the sound of trotting and see the sadistic kids become pale, their faces a mask of fear. 

*CLIP-CLOP* 

*Clanging sound* 

I tilt my head to check the road. The scene in front is surreal. There is a lone rider, one that seems to be coming straight out of a nightmare. The man looks relatively normal and is wearing simple brown travel clothes, but his eyes are bandaged.

What is truly frightening is the creature he is riding. It is a horse, but a bone one. This thing is an undead and a strong one at that! Just looking at it from afar I can already feel…death itself. The dread is enough to paralyze someone. 

What is this?! Some kind of vengeful ghost? I have heard stories of headless cavaliers roaming the world in search of the ones who caused their demise. The issue is that these should have been nothing but mere stories. 

I understand that should it spot us we will all die. I can see the kids' faces completely twisted. My assailants are all shaking uncontrollably. After this one encounter, I'm sure they won't be in a playful mood. This means that I will most likely survive another day. 

But then the ghastly being seemingly continues its journey without bothering with us in the slightest. In a few seconds, it will be gone completely, we will be safe and…that's when I notice something. In the eyes of the kid with the knife reappeared the savage glint that was in there. 

Seems I have been way too optimistic. They won't let me leave.  In fact, they will probably tear me to pieces just to vent how cowardly they feel right now. If they do cut my flesh, chances are it will fester and rot. I won't be able to clean my wounds after all. 

That is when I make a decision. It may be one that will doom me, but I prefer this option. I simply scream as loud as possible. 

"Mister knight! Come here!" 

But then the rider simply disappears from our sights. The kids are sighing in relief as they all turn toward me. Fuck. 

"Can you believe this madman?! He called it over here!"

"Was this animal trying to bring us down with him?!" 

"Unforgiveable."

"Hold him tight, what should we cut first?"

Unforgiveable, is it? They had already chosen to kill me in any case. Actually, no. Chances are they were going to leave me half-dead. Then they would have clamored about Heaven itself punishing me after I succumbed to my wounds. 

"Here, take this." 

One of them drives the tip of the cleaver in my leg. It hurt so goddamn much! I'm screwed, totally screwed. 

"Do it deeper!"

"No, dumbass he needs to inflict shallow wounds so we all can have a turn!"

"Yes, see how he twitched just then? He's trying his best not to show it but he's feeling it. We just need to keep going!" 

"Yes, you can do it!"¸

"G-guys, isn't that too cruel?"

One of them hesitantly objects. Do they perhaps have a conscience? How marvelous that would be! I doubt it seeing all the fun they are having. 

"Cruel? Of course not. You know it, don't you? All the vagrants are evil beings that want to steal our food. We are serving justice right now!"

"I-I understand…"

"You wouldn't want our village to be invaded by vagrants, right? We are saving everyone now." 

What a load of bullshit! Vagrants are evil? Do they think us being poor and unfortunate gives them the right to judge our life and death plus abuse us?! 

This is the kind of trash that inhabits this world. Sometimes I just wish I had more power just to purge it all once and for all. At this point, I don't even care about my own benefits. I simply wish for everything to just end. 

*Sigh* This sucks. I'm seeing my shitty life pass in front of my eyes. My father that died early on, how I started working for bandits until they died too, then the "kind" man that took me in only to sell me as a slave and then a bunch of even more annoying things. 

I simply kept surviving alone somewhat. Now I'm here. I close my eyes getting ready for the last moments of my life. But that's when I hear a very faint sound, it goes *Clip Clop*. Is that?! I can't help but laugh. 

"Hahahahaha we will all die! This is the best! This is karma!" 

As the skeletal horse approaches the kids are pissing themselves. I hate people like them. They just love to inflict pain and terror, but a little setback and they lose their bearings. I can hear their murmurs. 

"Why?!"

"No! Go away!"

"This so unfair! I'm too young to die!"

And yet they move their mouths, but none are running away yet. Ah, it is the undead. As I look at it in detail, I see the light in his empty eye sockets. Instantly I get the feeling that my existence is vain and pointless. 

I feel like it can and will kill me. But I feel it, there is no running from this monster. Just its aura is enough to convince one that escaping is impossible. There is a feeling of profound despair that gets shared too. 

I notice the others shaking and screaming about how they don't deserve such an ending, but then I notice that their eyes are unfocused. They seem t be in a trace. Finally, the cavalier stops right beside us. 

He opens his mouth and a surprisingly normal voice is heard. 

"Hey there, were you talking to me? If not I'll be on my way once more."

Quick, this is my only chance! 

"Sir, would you perhaps, want me to guide you toward the nearest village so you can rest?"

I'll simply be polite and hope for the best. As long as I can prove useful everything should be fine. At least, I hope.  That is when he tries to look my way, except that his head is tilted in the wrong direction. Is he perhaps blind?! 

"What a nice young man. How about it, would you like to be my eyes? I don't have that much money to pay you but …

I don't even let the man finish his sentence! 

"I will!" 

I smile, he smiles, we head forward while leaving the horrible kids behind. Perhaps I just sold my soul to a devil but I don't care. Of course, I plan to take revenge!...