Flash Fiction: The Last Priestess of Eno

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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