Child of thames..?

[rewritten]

Cale sat on the couch, utterly done. Across from him sat the culprit of his misery-the God of Death.

A commander, Cale? Ha! More like a chubby toddler with baby hands.

Cale's eye twitched. "Explain."

The god gulped. "Cale, my child... I-I didn't mean to! The intrusive thoughts won..."

Cale inhaled sharply. 'Murder is illegal. Murder is illegal-oh hell-i don't care!'

Beside him, Angela gasped dramatically, hands clasped together. "Kyaa! Cale-child! You're so adorable! I can't wait to see your cha-ahem, help to that world!"

Cale, a grown man trapped in a four-year-old's body, stared soullessly into the void. He needed a nap. Or a weapon.

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Meanwhile, in another world...

Og!Cale sat alone on his fourteenth birthday, his only gift being existential dread.

Then, boom! A flash of light-

And suddenly, on his floor lay a tiny redheaded kid, unconscious and bleeding.

Og!Cale stared. His heart skipped a beat.

'...Did I just get a son?-No! what am I thinking?!'