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'I don't feel it inside of me, shouldn't it move or something?'
'too early for that, love.' Azimuth growled in proud.
'will he be of wood, when he comes out? will he really be mine?'
'God made us from soil and water, which is turned into life. I made your son from wood and spells, which turns into a tool.'
Beatrix did not understand.
'He will seem to be a human, he will grow, but he must be played with.'
Beatrix looked at him with some concern. 'what do you mean?'
'You must tell him what to do, and he will do as he's been told. He will be like a dutch doll, you can play with it, and when you're done put him in your closet, until he is needed again.'
'So,' Beatrix inquired. 'does it eat? sleep? die?'
Azimuth, weakened by his show of spells, shifted his weight from one fight to the other. 'Beatrix, you've misunderstood me I think. this thing inside of you, is not of the human race. it is a vessel, which gets possessed by entities whom will do your doing, for a price that is.'
'and what price might that be?'
'your very soul.'
Beatrix clasped her hands over her mouth.
'your boy will be like a empty chair, which every person can fill. so it will move, and talk, and maybe eat, but only at your will.'
'thus, demons shall rule england?' she exclaimed in absolute horror.
'Nay, nay.' he calmed her. 'you will,'
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Life Recreated
RomanceWhen the most powerful man on the earth falls deadly ill, with no heirs to take his place; his crown is to be given to one of his closets relative. The Duke of Pessline South. But when the Duke, unexpectedly gets murdered, the successor is inconclus...
