Tough luck for whoever took him!
Fortunately, after years of refinement, he had finally severed all connections between himself and the boy. That way, even if the boy was "detonated," it wouldn't trace back to him.
He wondered which "lucky" idiot had taken the boy away...
He chuckled at the thought, then turned back to adjust the ritual before him. The moment he did, what little good mood he had instantly vanished. The creation of the Divine Abomination was doomed to fail—that much was certain. Even though he had fine-tuned the ritual and it wasn't theoretically supposed to produce a Divine Abomination, it would fail all the same.
He had run similar experiments several times before, none of which had succeeded. The Gods' prohibition on this thing was simply too absolute. Even the glimmer of hope they left was just another gamble, a new trap set for the Mad Witches!
