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		a casual meeting
	"Hello," said the young boy, perhaps as young as six or as old as nine.  Hard for me to tell.  I've never had kids.  Then he tugged on my pant leg, assuring he had my attention.  Then he asked a question I assume he has asked many before.  "Are you my father?" "No kid, I don't fuck around." The boy smiled. "I'm Darkchild Simarus, of Round Round village." What the hell kind of name was that? "Simarus was my mother's maiden name, the village renamed me Darkchild when my mother died.  The bastard child of God.  The son of the Dark.  Darkchild Simarus. "I never met my dad, but I was told about him." I then tried to walk away. I made certain I still had my wallet. I sighed. It was still there. "What do you want kid?' "Practice." "Practice?  Fine, but make me understand what you mean." "It's obvious to me.  Two things kill man, God and men.  Father made man and gave man the unique gift of free will, to make killing them more varied." "Everyone knows that." "My father had been a stranger who'd come to Round Round village eight years ago, half the village died that year.  Death was upon it.  Disease, animals, and out of control scuffles.  My mom fell in love with the stranger in all the chaos, and they fucked." "Why would God do that?  Was your mom that hot?  What if your father was just some outlander?" "It was Death, some people tried to fight my Dad, there were no witnesses to the fights, but the attackers blades were often found shattered, and the dead men, they had burning holes in them." "Plenty of weapons can make burning holes, plenty can break blades." "Listen, I know what I am." "Even if you're right, why would God do it?" "Isn't it obvious?  Man has become a bore to kill for Father.  He made me to spare man for awhile.  For all time man was killed by God and man, but for that same time God had only man to kill.  Now he can kill God and man." "To do battle with you?  God versus God?" "Yes." "But I grew impatient." The boy's face contorted, a moment later his innards did as well. As I withdrew my blade from him, I noticed the bleeder dagger in my side.  I removed it. "You did better than my other bastards, but still, this is pretty lame." I pointed to the coin sized hole in my side. Then I thrust the sword through his cranium. Now for the witnesses. I brought my hand up and unleashed my favorite disease.  I walked up to the nearest shocked, and unknowingly dying villager. "Where is the hottest bitch in this town?"
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