Agnes raising the baby to adulthood

Agnes checked the baby over. It was quite clearly a boy, there was nothing immediately too remarkable about him except that he was physically perfect. He had no imperfections, blemishes or birth marks on his pale skin of any kind. She gazed into its blue eyes and saw something which was either an age old wisdom or the personification of madness.

Agnes called the baby Edward after a previous King of England known for his warcrimes and ability to subdue his enemies. Edward grew quickly, three times as fast as a normal child. He had piercing blue eyes and soon grew a thick mane of blonde hair.

Agnes was **** to keep him in isolation as even though explaining the child's appearance would have been possible there was no Godly explanation for how quickly his body grew.

With his enhanced rate of aging the boy soon began to talk. Agnes was not surprised that despite the boys isolation he seemed to know everything about the world. He spoke of ancient things, things from before mankind was a whisper on God's lips. The truths revealed were not to be known by humans and they began to unravel Agnes's mind.

When he was not detailing unknown truths of the past he spoke of a future where people spent their days staring into glowing books which showed naked people all day long. The books could also be used to facelessly communicate all over the world, allowing people to succumb to their worst instincts as they found bravery in anonymity. England would fall to the Saracen invader who would bring their own perversions. It would be a glorious time when humankind would rush headlong to their extinction.

Agnes could not imagine such a future. Were they just the wandering mind of an insane child? Lies to torment her, to drive her closer to madness? It was hard to conceive that such a liberation from Christianity were possible. The Protestant faith had after long years of war finally expelled the power of the Papacy in Rome from England. With a weak Charles II in power the threat of Catholicism still loomed in the background, it was strange to imagine the country would ever fall to another foreign influence from the desert. For Agnes the prediction was a good sign, proof that the Abrahamic religions would destroy each other. Her Pagan beliefs were from a time before the Romans and would be here long after the Abrahamics.

As the boy grew older he began to write his predictions down. He wrote in a variety of languages, including an undecipherable language which consisted of only 0s and 1s. He filled volumes of prophecies detailing war, famine, pestilence and ****. Often he would laugh as he wrote, as if humanity were one big punchline.

The years passed and soon the boy appeared fully grown with an unknowable mind.

Edward always knew what Agnes was thinking, what her unspoken motivations were. He was able to tell her when and where certain events would happened so that she could rob or **** people. He grew so fast that even with his powers she could not afford to constantly buy him new clothes and Edward was completely unfazed by nudity. Edward soon grew bigger and stronger than his adoptive mother. She unable to resist his suggestions he would often order her to strip naked and he would masturbate while gazing at her body.

In these moments Agnes would remember the majesty of Edward's father. She would masturbate for him as she watched Edward stroke his thick cock until with a roar he would spurt his semen into the air. The smell of his hormones were like a **** and she would she soon find herself having orgasm after orgasm as Edward watched her with mocking eyes.

She did try to approach him for more, to feel his power inside her but he turned her away with a smirk. The frustration of her growing desire never knowing release was far sweeter to Edward than a night tryst to indulge a predictable Oedipus complex.

Eventually with Edward fully grown and with wisdom beyond mortal understanding it was time for him to step out from hiding into the real world.