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Klein stared at Amon, and he stared at him in turn. Klein had nowhere to go and only had a single hope that it was only a passing curiosity and it wouldn't end with his death.
In the middle of which was a struggling demigod. Klein really wanted to curse himself for using the master key. It was true. The curse was stronger than he expected, why else would he end up stumbling across Amon of all people.
"A lost little seer? " Amon didn't seem to care at all, probably only seeing him as a side dish. Klein’s hope drained, he had no more items he could fall back on. And he Zhou Mingrui who had survived against all odds was going to die here, as a side casualty.
Then all of a sudden he felt his head being gripped by someone- no Amon! Klein's eyes widened as Amon was all of a sudden in front of him.
"What did you say your name was?" Wait what?
"Klein Moret-" at this Amon seemed a little aggrieved.
"No! not that one. The name you said in your thoughts!" Klein's heart froze, the enemy was even stronger than he thought! How terrifying, stealing one's thoughts was that really possible? But scared to let Amon hanging he quickly made up his mind to utter the name he hadn't spoken in a long time
"Zhou Mingrui?" This seemed to have made the person in front of him happy and giddy. Unlike an angel that had been stalking the lands for eons, he jumped around like a child.
"Mother!" Amon jumped for joy, quickly wrapping his hands around Klein, who was frozen like a prey animal. What was going on? Who is Amon's mother? Who am I?
"I'm sorry mom! I didn't mean to scare you like that! And I'm sorry for insulting you!" Klein almost had the thought of consoling the person who had attached himself to him like a koala but thinking the other was an ancient thousands of years old angel he hesitated.
Taking a deep breath, he finally decided to voice his questions.
"A-Amon, why do you think I'm your mother?" this seemed to have confused Amon a bit.
"Of couse you are my mom! Who else would it be? You are father's wife and we grew up seeing your portraits and statues that father had made. Whenever he had the time, he always told us stories about you. Telling us that if we were to meet one day, we should care and love you. Why wouldn't you be my mom?" his eyes sparkling as if another thought had come in he quickly asked again
"Could you turn to your original form? As a sequence 6, mother should be able to" Klein still afraid out of his mind, let the transformation take hold of him. His hair darkened a little more, and his face lost the bit of scholarly air and European features, in turn becoming gentler. Amon seemed satisfied, nesting his head under Klein’s head even if it meant bending down due to Klein's own lack of height.
Using this moment of silence Klein finally asked the question he was meaning to.
"Your father, by that do you mean Grisha? He is here? Can I see him?" At the end his voice took a desperate tone, he hadn't meant to let infect his voice
Amon finally unfurled from him, letting a space between them to form. His face was a little weird.
"Father is. . . Let's go somewhere else. I should show you something"
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Klein looked at the murals in front of him. Unmistakable, in front of him was proof. Proof that his beloved had also come here and had already perished.
Uncontrollably his mouth followed the pronunciations, the language of his home town. In pinyin but, Klein chuckled it's not like Grisha ever managed to learn the hanzi.
" 'My love for you is still eternal, to this day my Rui.' You are still dramatic as ever Grisha." Klein fell apart where he stood, tears streaming down his face.
A pair of hands grabbed him and steadied him. It was Amon, the same Amon that possessed little sun, the same Amon he had killed above the grey fog. But he couldn't help but support himself on him.
Now without the hope of seeing Grisha again even if he goes gome, he felt some parts of his rationality fall apart and it quickly reattached itself to Grisha's son. The only thing he had in connection to Grisha aside from his memories.
"It's alright, mom. Please dont lose control." only now had he realized a few clumps of worms had started appearing on his face, he panicked quickly trying to use cognition to calm himself. When he found that all the overbearing emotions left his shoulders like summer's wind. He turned to look at Amon In puzzlement
"I stole it " Amon smiled as if he was waiting for a praise but seeing that none came, a hint of pity flashed before returning to that ever present smile.
"Mom, you don't have to suffer when I'm here. After all a filial son takes care of their mother"
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Adam no Grisha frowned as he heard his own name, not Adam's the first time in a long while. Like usual more information flowed in with the brief connection that formed with the utter of his name.
"Rui Rui?" A flash of surprise came across his face. And even for him, who was nothing but divinity buried under the coldness a small piece of humanity blossomed like a small growth of life from underneath the winter snow come spring.
Smiling for real for the first time in a long while he dissappeared from where he stood.
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Amon felt truly giddy now, holding his mother's hand while traversing the spirit world. To think that snack would bring him across his mother of all things.
He looked at his mother, the gentle features still staring out in curiosity at the spirit world. Honestly, he had found it weird when he first realized that his sequence 6 was somehow his mother. He had always expected someone at the very least at the level of an angel. But he quickly realized that this assumption was wrong, with many others.
It must have been bias. Because he had always thought that his father had been born as a god like him. He mused that it must have been because children don't really think about what their parents were before they were born.
Anyway it did not really matter in the end, he just had to take care of his mother.
So when his mom had shed tears and asked him to bring him anywhere else than here and that he didn't want to continue to stand there in front of a mural depicting Father's death, he did as asked and whisked Mother away to the spirit world.
And they were still wandering around the spirit world without rhyme or reason waiting for the main body to come.
His mother was still a little listless, his eyes carrying a heavy tone. His pupils were tinted with the abstract colors of the spirit world and Amon for the first time in a long time wondered what the other person was thinking. He and all the other Amons already decided to never steal his mother's thoughts again.
He wanted to be the favorite child.
If he kept on stealing, wouldn't his mother not like him? He was already a few steps behind that zealot because he scared his mom.
Amon was a little sad. Mostly because he felt that his mother was too faint of heart, afraid of a lot of things. That probably meany that, he wouldn't be able to go hunting with his mom. He scratched it off the activity from a long bucket list as his father called it, he made a long time ago.
That's why he didn't kill that snack there while he talked with his mom. Why he let it run a bit before catching it again. That would leave a worse impression than the one he had just left!
"Mom, what do you want to do now?" Amon asked again, this time getting an answer, and his mother's gaze returned back to the present. His eyes darted place to place as if In thought before he opened his mouth.
"For now, please bring me home. I want to sleep" then realizing that Amon doesn't know where he lives Mother continued "Unit 15 Minsk Street in Backlund"
Amon quickly changed his direction and in an instant, he and his mother found themselves in a terraced house. His gaze quickly wandered the room, looking at the place his mother lived for new knowledge he could gain on him. Only to be disappointed coming face to face with a room removed from all personal decorations.
How could the wife of the divine creator live like this? Did someone rob Mom's home? He turned to see the man already face down on his bed, asleep.
Amon looked at his mother who was still wearing his coat and shoes, his body half off the bed. He felt a sense of pity he would never have for someone else. His poor mother, it seemed that the news of father's death had shocked him greatly.
He grabbed Mingrui and lifted him fully on the bed, then his gaze moved to the dirty coat his mother was still wearing.
He took a breath and turned, remembering how rude it would be to stare as he used his theft abilities to take off the coat and put on the pajamas he found in the closet. Normally he wouldn't have cared at all, but this was his mother!
Amon stared at his mother's figure on the bed for a while. Not resisting the urge, he took off his pointed hat and shuffled into bed, carefully raising an arm to squirm into is mother's embrace.
His eyes closed as he burned this memory into his psyche. Really, all that speak about a mother's embrace wasn't exaggerated. He almost wanted to go to sleep right there and there. his gaze still on the face illuminated by the the red crimson moon light.
Then that Amon clone found himself on the floor, he looked up to see the main body looking at him with glaring eyes. Before he could even speak, all of a sudden he was turned back into a worm and crushed under a boot.
Amon looked coldly at the dead worm on the ground, it quickly floated up to his hand. But he stopped it from absorbing into his skin. Maybe Mom would like it if he made a charm for him.
He turned to see his mother still sleeping, brows furrowed at some dream he must be dreaming. The main body quickly squirmed his way into his mother's arms just like his clone. He huffed quietly at the fact that he the origin couldn't get this privilege first and it was given to a mere demigod level clone.
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Grisha appeared silently in a sparsly decorated room, his gaze quickly found itself on a figure in the only bed. His dear Mingrui. Even steeped in divinity, he almost had the thought of waking Mingrui up to see his beautiful eyes again.
Then he realized the other occupant in the bed, his son curled up in his wife's arms. Grisha wished that he had a camera to immortalize the moment.
But it was fine, there would be more moment like this in the future, his wife was here, his son was here, soon either way he would be complete too. He smiled, finally his family was coming back together.
He silently made his way to the bed and placed a kiss on Mingrui's forehead, he was just about to also join in to complete this harmonic picture when
"What the fuck are you doing?"