He was his father. His creator.
It was his son. His creation.
Almost as abruptly as he came into the world, his life was ended.
Brutally.
Horribly.
Painfully.
And of the creator?
No remorse was felt. Not even for an instant.

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Greetings,

For some reason I'm feeling an urge to express myself. A week ago I uploaded the first three chapters of my first FiMfiction and just got done uploading the fourth. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it got a couple of comments and a few favorites, as well as a couple of watches. It's not very much but still much more than I expected for a premise that had been done appropriately to death sometime around the European Renaissance.

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I either need to discipline my sweet tooth or get much fatter so I can handle this holiday.