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The Boy Who Killed A God: XIII
How many times had Mane been quieted by the words of another? That he did not know. But it had been happening too many times of late. And today was no exception. It had only been a few hours after his awakening from the land of dreams and unreal into a universe of virtual and spiritual. Yet even in the ever so brief period his heart had been forced to bear many truths that not even his father was aware of. Of course, this was his own doing. For he prodded and forced open the mouth of Komfo Anokye with his passionate pleas and by feeding on the feeling of guilt the old man had towards his abandoned family. Now Mane knew a lot more than he wanted to.
The young Supreme had hoped that there was another with a Universe level prophecy in his time. After all, although there were many prophecies in the Universe, few could push the heart of the Reaper towards them. So Mane hoped with all his heart that the prophecy that had drawn the Reaper to the Weapon Masters was one that spoke of
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“Are you okay?” Keira asked her grandson. While she didn’t understand why Mane was so shaken by the news, she could feel that something was wrong. However, that feeling didn’t last for long; for the discomfort of the boy disappeared soon enough, and he flashed her a gentle smile.“I am fine Grandmother,” the title of the lady before him rolled so naturally off his tongue that Mane was actually a bit surprised by it. He didn’t think it would be so easy to accept the woman before him as his own. Yet it was. There was just something about her kindness filled aura that drew him in and kept him confined to her heart.“Good kid,” Keira chuckled gleefully. She gently tousled Mane’s hair like he was a child and not a man much bigger than her. Her wide grin was infectious, for Mane found himself bearing a mark much similar to it before he knew what was going on.“And what of me?” Komfo Anokye tried to crush the party with his comments. Mane took one look at his sly smile and mercilessly crush
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“Hello Mane,” Matriarch Ruth gently smiled at Mane when he approached her. Her warm smile was a bit strange, for it reminded him of another. Her smile was so similar to his. Her smile was almost the same as Dan’s.“Hello Matriarch Ruth,” Mane pushed away the thoughts running through his head and gave a small bow to Matriarch Ruth. He may be capable of handling her now, but that was only by tapping into the Void. Besides, she had saved him so many times that Mane would never be able to show her any disrespect.“There is no need for such formality,” Matriarch Ruth smiled faintly and said. She could smell a great stench of blood and chaos around the boy. He reeked of the blood of many, and the scent he carried contained the emotions of many desperate races. Strangely enough however, his heart was still pure. There was a line the boy wasn’t going to cross and a path he was never willing to take. And that intrigued her.“I respectfully disagree Matriarch,” Mane shook her head defiantly and
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