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HUD (POV)
I still remember the day when I got my prophethood. That was the day I unlocked my unique skill—Guide—along with Elemental Manipulation. Knowledge itself was gifted to me by the Most High. With that gift, I set out towards the people of Aad, the people I was meant to guide.
But what I saw… it disgusted me.
One man was dragging a woman across the ground by her legs, pulling her like she was some animal. He was forcing her into the streets, planning to sell her off for breeding. And the worst part… the knowledge from my unique skill told me the truth. That woman was his own daughter. He wanted to sell her because she was still a virgin, so others would pay high price to violate her.
That was the kind of filth these people lived in.
My blood boiled. My very soul raged. So I released it—the aura of a Prophet. The Will of the Chosen.
In an instant, everyone collapsed to the ground. Men dropped where they stood, confused and terrified, while women began to cry. Their tears weren't from fear this time… but from relief. For the first time, someone had stood up for them. They had long given up on the so-called gods of Aad. After all, if their gods never lifted a finger to protect their dignity, then what kind of gods were they?
As I looked at the men of this village, I saw no light in them. No kindness. No respect. Nothing. This era was not like Noah's. Back then, at least some men had hearts that could be saved. But here? These men were already rotten to the core.
And the knowledge I had… it showed me even more. I saw the future. The time of Moses. He would bring his people out, lead them Away from Pharoh with the command to form the kingdom of priests. But even they would stray. They would worship idols, even the golden calf, while the Most High's Torah was still being revealed.
That day, standing among the people of Aad, I realized this truth: not everyone can be saved.
Then, when I reached the center of the city—where all the people lived—I saw something that shook me.
They were offering baby girls to their so-called god. If the baby was born female, they would put their hand on her forehead and smash her tiny head against the statue of their god. The babies cried, but these bloodthirsty monsters didn't even care.
I saw one man about to kill his newborn daughter. The mother was crying, begging him to stop, but he raised the baby's head towards the stone, ready to crush it.
In that moment, I moved. My speed surpassed everyone there. I appeared in front of them, placed my hand between the stone and the baby's head, and stopped it just in time. The man froze in shock. I took the baby from him and gave her to my mother, who held her close with tears in her eyes.
Then I turned to the statue. My anger burned. With a single punch—BOOM!—the statue shattered into pieces. The so-called messenger of their god and God was destroyed along with it.
That was the day everything changed. From that moment, everyone in the city hated me. But I didn't care. I started taking away the newborn children—male and female—and the women. The old men, I left behind. Why? Because I could see their sins with my own eyes.
Even my mother's father—my own grandfather—was there. He begged me for help, but I refused. Why? Because my gift showed me the truth. He had killed more than 500 women and children with his own hands. He was beyond saving, just like the others.
These people were lost. And I knew… the Almighty, the Most High, was going to destroy them. No matter what, their punishment was coming.
That's why I carried away the innocent—the women and the newborn children. They had nothing to do with the sins of the men.
As I led the women and children away, I stopped for a moment. An old woman named Sahara came forward.
"Prophet of God, the Most High," she said softly, "why did you stop?"
The women and children looked at me. Their faces filled with fear as they saw me crying.
"What's wrong, Prophet of God?" Sahara asked.
I wiped my tears, then looked at them with heavy eyes.
"The men of Aad…" I said quietly. "They will all be destroyed. The Almighty is going to punish them."
Gasps of horror spread among the women and children. They trembled at the truth.
(POV END)
As they listened to Hud's words, and everyone around them was in shock. Then Hud looked at them directly and said:
"You were asking why I didn't save those old men who were suffering, right?"
He pointed towards the women behind him. They were holding newborn babies and little boys, barely 1 to 3 years old.
"As a woman, you know this truth better than anyone," Hud continued. "I can see through everything. Those old men… their hearts are full of nothing but sin. Their souls are pitch black. Even if the Almighty gave them youth again, they would commit the same evil they did before."
His words left everyone frozen.
Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The women panicked.
"What's happening, Prophet of God?" they cried.
Hud's eyes were calm but heavy. "It has started," he said.
The wind began to rise, stronger and stronger. Sandstorm-like gusts howled across the land. But then, for a moment, everything became silent.
Far away, in the tribe of Aad, the remaining men were in rage. Their pride burned at Hud's actions.
"He destroyed our god!" one shouted.
"He disrespected our strength!"
But deep down, fear gnawed at them. Hud had shattered their stone idol with one punch.
The new chief, Raidu—who took charge after the old leader was killed by Hud—stood tall and furious.
"We've had enough! We will attack Hud midway, kill him, and take those women back. They are ours, gifts given to us by Samud, the god of strength!"
But then a younger man stepped forward, trembling.
"Chief… what should we do? Even our god couldn't protect itself. You saw it—Hud crushed our supreme deity, Ssmud, with a single blow!"
Murmurs spread like fire. Fear. Doubt. Anger.
A muscular man, about 35 years old, named Damie, shouted back, "It must be Udama, the evil god! That's what Hud is! We can't bow down to him—we must fight!"
The crowd roared. "Yes! We have decided!"
But before Raidu could speak another word, the earth trembled again. This time it was different. The sky darkened, the air howled.
And then… it came.
The winds howled like blades. Buildings shattered. Mountains crumbled. Their sacred idol—what remained of it—was reduced to dust.
Before any of them could run, before their brains could even register what was happening, the storm swallowed them.
The tribe of Aad—its men, its false gods, its pride—were crushed and buried under the very ground they walked on.