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Once he had finished growing and sprang above the ground like a spring flower, Belos removed his fully formed grimwalker out of the dirt and soon held the newly born baby in his arms.
Upon inspecting the child, he let out a pleased hum to see that his attention to fertilization had resulted in a healthy growth.
However, as he watched the child wiggle around and cough up bits of soil, he was soon hit with a realization.
This one would just follow in the footsteps of his deceased brethren and betray him, which would result in him wasting ingredients and repeating a tedious cycle.
With a resentful frown on his face, Belos carelessly drops the baby back into the soil from whence he came from.
Taking the nearest shovel, he begins shoveling dirt onto the small child, who immediately starts to wail.
Belos gave a brief eye roll at the cries as he delivered a final load of dirt on top of the baby's face before exiting his lab.
At this moment, his only option was to rely on himself, and what better way to do so than by making another him?
A duplicate.
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During Belos's thorough and scientific skin biospy, which involved adding the sample to a mixing bowl along with a variety of items he liked, the contents in the bowl began to bubble and created an adorably deformed duplicate of himself who appeared to be approximately two dumplings tall.
Despite his short stature, Belos got along swimmingly well with his smaller self as the two shared so much in common, including being connoisseurs of black tea and wanting to obliterate witchkind and witchcraft.
Belos then gave Chibi Belos an artificial staff of his own that was specifically designed for him, and destroyed anyone who dared to make his chibi feel bad about his height.
To Belos, chibi him was, admittingly, really cute and nice to have around.
He was much more superior than those golden brats.