He laughed stabbing the toddler.
His blade was caught.
The boy’s slap broke his neck.
He dropped as the last priestess of Eno looked to the inquisitors restraining her.
“I have born the son of my god…”
The child glowered.
“His birth was your doom.”
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This is great!
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Thank you!
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That is one bad-ass baby. Great storytelling as always, Jason!
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Thank you! I took a bit of inspiration from the myth of Hercules on this one. :-)
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