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Morrigunia hovered just above the floor, Her wings outstretched so that they nearly touched each opposite wall. Her eyes were scarlet red and gleaming with a feral intensity that made the flesh on the arms of Her viewers stir.
    “How did you let this happen, Ben-Alkazar?” the goddess screeched so loudly those gathered slapped their hands to their ears.
    Seeing Lord Kheelan dropping to his knees beside his chair—his normally placid face strained with abject terror—was something the Reapers never expected to observe. 24
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    “ Mo Regina …” he started to say, but the shrill shriek of the goddess cut him off.
    “They took My children!” She screamed at him so loudly a crack formed in the concrete wall behind the Shadowlords and snaked its way from floor to ceiling. “They invaded the guirreyder and took My sons!”
    Aingeal turned to her husband. “What does that mean?”
    “Incubator,” Arawn answered for Cynyr. He shuddered as he and Cree stared at one another, the implication of what was being said clear to them both.
    “I want My guirt back!” the goddess roared. “Do you hear Me?”
    All three Shadowlords were on their knees before the wrath of the goddess. The Reapers were too stunned to do anything other than sit where they were until She swept Her vermeil glower over them. Each—including Aingeal—shot out of the chairs and knelt before Morrigunia’s fury.
    “I want My guirt back! I want My hatchlings!”
    “We will see to it, Mo Regina ,” Lord Kheelan vowed. “I swear it to You.”
    A hot wind swept through the room—bringing the temperature up to a blistering degree that instantly soaked the Reapers and Shadowlords with sweat. Another blinding light flashed and the goddess was gone, leaving behind in Her wake the terrible stench of brimstone.
    For several long minutes no one spoke. They did not get to their feet but continued to kneel on the floor, each trembling at the rage that still clung to the room like a wet blanket. Hearts hammered in chests, breaths came out in quickened pants, blood had run cold to chill their very marrow.
    “I guess this answers your question, Cynyr,” Arawn said in a shaky voice.
    “What question was that, Lord Arawn?” the High Lord inquired in a voice equally as unsure.
    Arawn got to his feet, plowing a hand through his hair. “He asked for what purpose the goddess would have stolen our sperm.”
    “Our what?” Owen sputtered.
    “Cynyr was given my Queen when his succumbed to the ghoret bites. Because I still had fledglings of that Queen inside my body, I will forever have an attachment to Cree, one that runs deeper than just the sharing of our blood. When Morrigunia offered him Her blood to help him heal faster, I was an unwitting witness to memories that were in Her mind, memories she never meant for Cynyr to remember. I saw Her take him and as I did I knew each of us had been taken in the same way, our sperm captured by Her body. She took the sperm to create a pure kind of Reaper, even more powerful than we are.”
    “Then the children in Calizonia…”
    “Are our sons,” Arawn whispered.
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    Chapter Three

    “Did you know about this?” Bevyn asked the High Lord.
    Lord Kheelan sat down heavily in his chair. “Aye, we knew. Now I suppose we know why She did not answer us when we called.” He let out a ragged breath. “She had gone to check on Her guirt .”
    “Which is where, do you think?” Cynyr asked.
    “Somewhere beyond time and space,” Lord Kheelan replied. “But obviously somewhere Raphian knew about and could send His minions to steal them.”
    At the mention of the depraved demon, the Destroyer of Men’s Souls, who had created the first evil Reaper, those gathered shivered.
    “Can’t She just go after the Ceannus like She did in the mountains? Take Her dragon form and destroy them?” Iden Belial, the youngest Reaper, asked.
    “And risk harming the guirt ?” Arawn asked. “I would think