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snapped at the two goons in the Angelic language which only Ninsianna could understand. “I cannot have her reasoning with my instrument?”
    “Yes, Master,” the two tainted Angelics said.
    "Jamin!" Ninsianna called to the Chief's son. "Please!"
    Jamin gave her a smug smile as he moved to stand beside a slender lizard-man who regarded her with curious gold-green eyes. There was no help there, and she was pregnant and outnumbered. To win this fight, she would need to use her wits. She stopped struggling and pretended to follow the two goons docilely inside the sky canoe, waiting for her chance to get at the blade tucked into her loincloth.
    A fourth Angelic approached her, ordinary in appearance with dirty-white wings, but this one was just as dark and rancid as the Evil One. The Evil One trailed into the sky canoe behind the other two, this time without Shahla … or Jamin.
    "And now it is time to summons the last living Seraphim." The Evil One gave her a predatory grin.
    "She is not mated to him, Master," the dirty-winged Angelic said. "I can see no sign of the Bond of Ki."
    The Evil One closed his eyes and leaned closer, sniffing her scent as he had before. Ninsianna could feel him pluck the image of her most terrifying fear right out of her mind.
    "There is a thread," the Evil One said, "but it’s a baser connection, unreturned and incomplete." He laughed. "This one is a powerful little sorceress to fool a full-blooded Seraphim into thinking he found his one true mate! We just need to give her the proper emotion to call him."
    "Go to hell!" Ninsianna spat in his face.
    She instantly realized her mistake. The Evil One dropped his veneer of slick taunting. His eyes turned scarlet. The seething hatred which roiled beneath the surface licked towards her like a conflagration, a horrific power, barely contained within the puppet of a shell he wore. He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back onto a strange, raised table. The two goons pressed her onto her back and held her helpless.
    "Let's see what a half-Seraphim bastard looks like, shall we?" the Evil One's voice reverberated through her like a sandstorm. He tore aside her shawl, exposing the swell of her belly where Mikhail's child grew. His lips curved up in a cruel smile as he spotted the blade tucked into her loincloth. He grabbed it and held it high above her abdomen with both hands.
    “What was it you said the Seraphim bastard would to do to me?” the Evil One snarled. His hands thrust the blade downwards, straight into her womb.
    Ninsianna screamed.
    "Mikhail!"
     
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Chapter 3

     
    Watch out for false prophets.
    They come to you in sheep’s clothing,
    But inwardly they are ferocious wolves.
     
    M atthew 7:15
     
    November 3,390 BC  (about an hour ago)
    Earth:  Mesopotamian Plain
     
    Jamin
    The Sata’anic lizard-soldiers piled wood upon the bonfire and built it to a height he’d only ever seen during the winter Narduğan celebration. The thin, green needles of tamarix shrubs sizzled, fat with moisture from the recent rains which had finally begun to fall after months of desiccation in the hot Mesopotamian heat. Unable to withstand the conflagration, they burst into flames, shooting sparks into the sky along with a tsunami of impenetrable, grey smoke. To the west, the horizon loomed blood-red like the ground after a gazelle hunt. The last rays of the dying sun faded beneath the sands of the desert horizon.
    "Are you ready, my son?" Lucifer placed his hand upon Jamin's shoulder, a fatherly gesture.
    A feeling akin to standing on the top of a mountain during a thunderstorm rippled through Jamin's nerve endings. He hadn't decided yet if that was a good or bad thing. His whole life he had dreamed of possessing enough prowess to conquer the non-allied tribes, and yet the mere sight of Lucifer made him want to drop down to his knees and beg for allegiance.
    "Let's get this over with," Jamin said.
    He forced himself to stand haughtily the