Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

Worshippers. She spat at the mention. Widower hated any and all things having to do with those that looked to false deities for governance and miracles. It was all a taint on reality. There were no gods among them, nor saints or devils. There were only them—the living beings that walked the earth. 

Exhaling sharply, audits then pulling back, she scoffed. That might explain her foolishness. A follower of some make–believe nonsense. That's all it was. Make–believe and nonsense.