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The Living Gods prepared for the coming darkness.

—The Gospel of April 49:49

Wednesday, July 16th, 2014 – Fiona Cavanagh – The Ruins of Babylon, Hillah, Iraq

My wife and I watched Abby as she examined the ruins. Crumbling white walls jutted out of the yellow-white sand, remnants of the once mighty city that had ruled antiquity. As night deepened, the blistering heat of the day cooled into tolerable comfort. Cars passed on the nearby highway and, off in the distance, sirens screeched. Probably another suicide bombing. The Muslims were always clashing with the Miraclists in the Middle East. Men were fighting over their stupid differences while women were caught in between.

Abby sniffed at the air. She moved with a sinuous grace, wholly unlike a gesture even the most limber human contortionist could make. She wasn’t human. She was a Dabbat, a serpent-like daughter of Lilith with an affinity for the earth. She could move rocks with her mind and use them as weapons, or she could burrow her body through dirt and stone with speed. She possessed brown skin, her eyes yellow and slit like a serpent’s, and there was absolutely no hair on the woman—not on her head and none between her legs. It lent her an exotic appeal, sparking arousal in me as she swayed around a crumbling wall thrusting out of the earth.

My clit wanted to grow into a dick.

My wife stood nearby, looking beautiful here, her dusky looks suited for the desert. She was Arabic, after all. She made me ache just looking at her. I hated Mark and Mary for enslaving us as their sluts a year ago, but if they hadn’t, I never would have met my soulmate.

My Thamina.

“This is the place,” Abby hissed, her voice sibilant.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

She nodded her hairless head before she dived, like an Olympic swimmer plunging into the pool, at the ground. She hit the sand and smoothly disappeared into a cloud of brown dust. I hoped this was it. This was the seventh ruin in the Middle East we’ve been to over the last six months. We moved in secret, spending weeks as Abby carefully searched through the sprawling remains of ancient cities. Whatever it was that we searched for, Lilith had only confided in Abby.

“Come wait in the tent,” Thamina called to me. “She’ll be gone for hours.”

I glanced back and saw my wife had stripped naked so fast. She stood before our small pup tent, our home for the last six months, her naked breasts shining in the moonlight. The silvery light painted her breasts in such fetching highlights. They stole my breath.

Then she vanished inside, the flap open and inviting.

I smiled and quickly moved to the tent, my clit aching so badly now, my pussy dripping with excitement. My wife was right; we would have a while to wait. And there were such delicious ways to pass the time.

Thamina attacked me when I entered the tent, her mouth hot as she pulled me to the sleeping bag, the air mattress crinkling beneath us. I shuddered atop her, her hands roaming my body, struggling to strip me naked.

“Mmm, someone’s horny, eh, Mina?” I said when I got a chance, her lips nibbling at my jawline.

“Get that shirt off, husband,” my wife husked. “I need you in me now.”

She insisted on calling me her husband even though I was a woman. Well, mostly a woman; I could transform my clit into a cock, and that made me the man in our marriage as far as Thamina was concerned. She still clung to the prejudices of her Muslim upbringing. To her, it wasn’t quite homosexuality if she pretended I was the “man.”

I didn’t mind playing along with her. It made my pussy so wet to make love to her.

Thamina attacked my breasts the moment my shirt was off, sucking my hard nipples into her lips. She didn’t have a problem playing with the female parts of me. I shuddered as she pushed me down onto my back atop the sleeping bag, her lips sucking with such hot passion on my nub.

“Mmm, yes, Mina,” I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. Then I frowned as I stared up at the tent above us. The moonlight glowed weakly through the fabric, revealing that dark symbols were drawn on the inside.

Why would Thamina ward our tent?

I opened my mouth to ask, but she nipped my nipple, bringing a moan to my lips instead. I squirmed, the tingles racing down to my pussy and to my throbbing clit. Thamina was ravenous tonight, so forward and horny.

“Mina,” I groaned. “What—”

Thamina released my nipple, spun about, and straddled my face in a blink of an eye. Her furry cunt descended to my lips, her musk filling my nose. She rubbed her snatch on my face, her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks and lips. Though I wanted to ask my questions, I couldn’t resist her pussy.

My tongue found her slit and licked through her folds.

I groaned, loving her flavor. She tasted tangy and sweet, a delicious combination. My tongue danced through her petals. I explored her flower, probing my tongue into every delicate, pink fold. Her black down tickled my lips. Mark made us shave our cunts, so we let them grow out once we were free.

Men lust after youth, and delighted in a smooth pussy. But we were women. We enjoyed, even cherished, each other’s natural beauty.

“My beautiful husband,” Thamina purred as she shoved my pants roughly down my legs and buried her face in my red-furred snatch.

“Yes,” I moaned into her pussy as she lapped through mine.

Sometimes, Thamina wanted my cock, and other nights she wanted to love me when I was all woman. I didn’t care. So long as she loved me, I was happy with her choice.

Her tongue pushed into my pussy, fucking into my depths as her chin bumped my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Goddess, I was going to cum fast the way the vixen was working her tongue through my pussy.

Well, two could play that game.

My mouth found her clit, sucking her little bud into my lips as my nose buried into her slit. Her enchanting aroma filled every breath I took. I savored it as I nibbled on her bud, making her squirm and shudder atop me, her nipples hard against my stomach.

My naughty nibbles made Thamina moan in pleasure into my pussy. She licked and lapped her tongue through my folds, dancing across my petals. The stimulation shot through me. I stroked her supple back as I squirmed beneath her, my tongue swirling around her clit.

Her juices poured down my face as she grew hotter, wetter. She humped against me. We writhed in married bliss. She brushed my clit, making it throb and twitch. I held back turning it into a dick, just savoring being all woman tonight.

“Fiona!” she whimpered. “Oh, Fiona, yes!”

“Are you going to explode on my face, Mina?” I asked before sliding my tongue through her hot folds, her wet pubic hair caressing my face.

“So hard!”

I gasped as she slipped a finger inside me. She wiggled it around in my tight tunnel, caressing my naughty depths. I shuddered beneath her, my pussy clenching down on her digit. She probed it in and out of me, hard jabs that had me groaning, gasping. I bucked beneath her, the pleasure shooting through me. It was so amazing. So wonderful.

I would cum and cum and cum.

She lapped at my clit, driving me wild. I moaned into her snatch. I found her bud, sucking on it again. She squealed into my snatch. Her body bucked so hard on me. And then her juices flooded out of her, pouring over my face.

“Fiona!” she moaned as she came, plunging a second finger into my pussy, pumping them both so hard. “Yes, yes, yes!”

She sucked on my clit again as her juices washed across my face. So sticky and warm. I loved it. I reveled in her pleasure while my orgasm swelled in me. Her tongue bathed my bud. Sparks burst inside my cunt.

“Mina!”

I came.

I bucked beneath my wife, screaming out my pleasure. Our tent rustled as we thrashed. The pair of us writhed in lesbian passion. We devoured each other. We licked each other, eating hot pussy, reveling in the delight of each other’s presence.

We came and came. We celebrated our love as we feasted. The pleasure washed through me in waves of ecstasy. Rapture buzzed through my body. I moaned and gasped, convulsing beneath my wife, holding her to me as I drowned in euphoria.

Finally, we collapsed. Thamina turned around, cuddling up against me. She nuzzled into my ear as I panted, drifting through the ecstasy of what we just shared. This wonderful woman… I loved her body against mine, felt her silky skin, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed, her heart pounding as swift as my own.

Her lips brushed my ear. She whispered, “We need to talk quietly.”

I tensed, my pleasure falling off my body. “About what?”

“Do you think we made the right decision?”

“What, to come out to the ruins of Baghdad?” I asked, foreboding filling my heart and causing it to beat faster.

“No, serving Lilith.”

“What choice did we have?” I asked her. “She’s protecting us from Mark.”

“Maybe,” Thamina said. “But, what about what she’s done? My daughter helped to kill billions.” Thamina’s monstrous daughter, Tir, had helped engineer Wormwood, the plague that had ravished the world over the winter.

“The disease only killed men,” I said dismissively

Thamina flinched. In the dim moonlight bleeding through the tent, I witnessed something reflected in my wife’s eyes. Pain. Hurt. Guilt.

“They’re humans, like us,” Thamina countered, her voice cracking.

How had I never seen the wounds in her soul? How long had she hidden this from me? Felt this?

“I thought you hated men. That’s why you volunteered to lead the searches in Seattle.” Many women in Seattle foolishly tried to hide their men, whether they were their husbands, sons, brothers, fathers, or even complete strangers. Thamina had organized the search parties, trying to uncover the women who hid the vermin and smuggled them out of the city.

“You ever wonder why I don’t find that many men?” she asked.

I didn’t want to know the answer.

“I help them to escape. Only a few were captured, sacrifices to keep Lilith placated.” She kissed my fingers. “I just couldn’t sit by and do nothing. It’s the right thing to do to kill them.”

“I guess,” I frowned. After being Mark’s slut, mind-controlled to be his whore, it was easy to think of men as nothing but animals, creatures not worthy of compassion or mercy.

“I think we chose the wrong side, Fiona.”

“And Mark’s the right side? He made us his slaves!” Anger rose in my voice.

“Shush, Abby may be listening,” Thamina cautioned. “And Mark never killed anyone.”

“He killed plenty when he attacked us last November.”

“We attacked him first. Lilith sent her Dimme to kill him, and Luka to kill his Vizier. Lilith started this war and…” She took a breath. “And she can’t possibly win. Half the world follows them! He has the U.S. Military under his control!” Whatever levy holding back her doubts broke, her words spilling out like a hissing flood. “And not to mention the European militaries! We’re outnumbered and outmatched. He has nukes, cruise missiles, predator drones, and who knows what else! She’s deluded herself into thinking she can win!”

“You want us to side with Mark?” I couldn’t hide the disgust in my voice.

“No! I want us to survive.” She wrapped her arms tight about me. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t. I can understand helping the men to escape, but we can’t betray our Goddess.”

“I’ll follow you, my husband, if you want to stay. But please think about it. Are you really okay with what Lilith is doing?”

Was I okay with it?

I hadn’t even considered it. I just… obeyed. I frowned. I never thought anything was wrong, but I could see the guilt in Thamina’s eyes… Had she been hiding this from me this entire time? Hurt filled me. My wife didn’t share her feelings with me. I looked up at the tent ceiling, my mind whirling. Her symbols stood out dark against the fabric of the tent. She had warded the tent. She feared being overheard, of Lilith finding out about her doubts.

I hugged my wife tight and shivered. What would Lilith do if she found out?

Kill us both.

Fear gripped my heart. What the hell had we gotten ourselves into?

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Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – The Mansion

“It’s aney, Alison,” Sam said, making a guttural A sound. “It’s a glottal stop, like the pause between ‘oh-oh’. Aney laged helel ben shakar ’em penyenh zeh. Kevhev yheyh mevgebl.” Sam made the Hebrew sound so easy.

“Why can’t we just use English?” Alison complained. “Summoning rituals work in English.”

“Lucifer will be hard enough to trap, so it has to be in Hebrew. And it has to be spoken perfectly. If any of you do not pronounce it exactly right, the spell will not be strong enough to bind him. Then it’ll backfire, destroying the diamond.”

We were practicing the trap to bind Lucifer. In the last two months since Sam found the spell hidden in a Matmown in Israel, we had made great deal of progress in our plan to defeat the Devil if he broke out of his prison. We had all the pieces ready: a golden rod topped with a diamond the size of my fist and carved with Hebrew words, and five brass rods tipped with smaller diamonds, also carved with Hebrew. Mary would be the focus, holding the gold rod. Five others, wielding the brass rods, would stand in a circle about Lucifer and Mary. They would say Sam’s phrase.

It would be my job to fight Lucifer and keep him contained in the circle long enough for the ritual to be cast. Then he would be trapped in the diamond atop the gold staff. The world would be saved and we could rule it in peace.

The five who would wield the brass rods were: Sam, Candy, Alison, Desiree, and Jessica. Sam and Candy were the best at Hebrew—Candy had spent the last year learning it from Sam—and Alison and Desiree had the most experience in combat. Out of the rest of the sluts, Jessica was the most unflappable. Xiu, Korina, Lillian, Violet, April, and Dr. Willow were also learning the ritual. They would be backups if anything should happen to one of the primaries.

I had learned in the last year that things happened in combat. People were injured or died.

We had to be ready to perform the ritual if it was ever necessary to take out Lilith. In a perfect world, she would be content with Seattle. I would never have to kill her, and Lucifer would never be unleashed. But this wasn’t a perfect world. It was far from it. Killing Lilith would only be an absolute last resort. If it came to conflict between us again—and it would, I could feel it in my gut—we aimed to capture her.

But just in case, we gathered once a week in the Matmown so the sluts could practice saying the spell flawlessly. They were getting better.

“Again,” Sam said, walking around the Matmown in the basement of our mansion, listening to Mary and each of the sluts as they struggled to say the Hebrew words. The language had a number of sounds that were not found in English and were hard to learn properly. Particularly the letter aleph, the glottal stop that sounded like a cut-off A.

Sam was a patient teacher. She had a smile on her round face as she corrected Mary and the sluts’ pronunciation. She encouraged everyone. She even had me practicing the difficult spell. Everyone’s voices echoed off the metal walls of the Matmown.

It was strange how being in an iron box could feel so safe. In here, we didn’t have to fear that Lucifer or Lilith or any other entity was spying on us. The combination of iron and the Hebrew words stamped into the metal warded us. Nothing in existence could see us in here. We had true privacy.

Outside, we had to guard our tongues. Anyone could be watching.

After an hour, Sam was satisfied with the progress. “If you have free time, come into the Matmown to practice. Especially you, Lillian.”

“Maybe I need some one-on-one time,” Lillian husked. “You could show me just how to use my mouth and tongue properly.”

“I can think of a few ways to use your mouth,” Candy giggled, then slapped Lillian on the ass.

Mary kissed me on the lips. “I have to go do the Portuguese broadcast, and then I have my spa appointment. I want to be perfect for our anniversary.”

“How could you not be perfect?” I asked her.

She kissed me a second time. “Thanks, hun.”

We were going to Hawaii for our one-year anniversary. Sometimes it seemed like a lifetime had passed since our wedding. Mary had a surprise planned for me, and had been making a few trips over there the last month to get things ready. After we returned from our vacation, my friend Chris was getting married, and then we would be off to the Middle East. It was time to stop the fighting.

Too many people were dying for us over there. We owed it to them to intercede.

I opened the iron door, hinges squealing in protest. Abigail, a curvy maid, waited outside, holding little Chase. I scooped my daughter up in my arms and smiled as she reached out with her tiny hands to grasp my finger.

She was so beautiful. I could stare at her all, enchanted by her cherubic beauty. My wife and I had created a miracle. I loved all my children with the other sluts, but Chase… Chase was the daughter I created with the woman I loved.

It made her just a little more special.

Mary gave our daughter a kiss on the forehead before sweeping off to attend to her responsibilities. Being Gods didn’t let us lounge around all day. It was work, work, work.

“Master,” Violet, my secretary, said, “the President is waiting in your office. He wants to talk about the Sapphicists in Idaho. They’re getting out of hand. The Governor of Idaho can’t handle the situation.”

I had heard rumors about the Sapphicists, a lesbian cult that wanted nothing to do with the Theocracy. They apparently had magic. Somehow, a pocket of warlocks had successfully hidden from Alison and Desiree’s commando teams. The Sapphicists had used their spells to bamboozle the local law enforcement. And then something happened, and it had exploded into chaos.

Another responsibility pulling at my attention.

I looked at my daughter, cooing, “Do you want to come watch Daddy work?”

Chase gurgled.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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Lilith – Seattle, WA

A knock rapped at my door.

I sat in my office in Seattle’s City Hall. It was the former Mayor’s office. I had removed every trace of that filthy man’s presence from it, replacing it with the ornamentation befitting my station: a rich, mahogany desk carved with depictions of my Godesshood; a plush, leather seat; lush ferns in potted plants flanked the windows; precious urns looted from the Seattle Art Museum stood beneath numerous paintings. Before my desk lay a gorgeous Persian rug. I possessed riches that would have made any King of Babylon or Pharaoh of Egypt weep.

“Come in,” I purred.

Lana entered. The blonde woman was gorgeous, for a human, and motherhood had only ripened her beauty, her breasts even larger, laden with milk, and her hips curvy and delicious. She was the first woman to bear another woman’s child. She and Chantelle had named their daughter Lily, and their little baby was proof that my vision of a world without men was viable.

“My majestic Goddess,” she purred, then prostrated herself before my desk. Her skill at genuflection grew. One day, she might achieve that effortless groveling her ancient ancestors possessed in every fiber of their being.

“Rise, my priestess,” I murmured.

A smile filled Lana’s round face. “Fiona and Thamina have returned with Abby. Your daughter asks to see you.”

“Send her in,” I ordered, excitement fluttering in my chest. This would be the seventh ruin searched, but the first time Abby had asked to see me. “Does your wife wait outside?”

“She’s with Lily,” Lana replied. “Our daughter has a touch of colic.”

I decided to be generous and allow Chantelle to tend to her daughter. “Send in Abby.”

Lana disappeared for a moment, then reentered my office with Abby. The Dabbat walked with a sinuous grace, a white bundle in her hand. My heart quickened. Had she truly found it? I expected the search to drag on for months yet. So much of the Ancient world was lost, so much destroyed and buried beneath sand and time.

Abby knelt before me, holding her bundle up before me in supplication. I motioned my hand. Lana took the bundle with care. She turned to me and presented it to me like a prized trophy, an offering to a goddess, her head bowed.

Perfect.

I controlled the shakes which threatened to tremble my hand as I parted the white cloth that bound the object. I sucked in a breath at the sight of the dagger. The blade had an ugly gleam to the black metal, the shape crude, the hammer strokes obvious. It was one of three Mispach, the bloody daggers forged by the first murderer, Cain, from a star that fell in the lands of Nod.

“I am well pleased with you, daughter,” I smiled at Abby. I admired her naked, brown body. She possessed a sinuous beauty, her flesh entirely hairless. Her slitted eyes stared at me with hope. I reached out, stroked her smooth cheek. She shuddered, hissing her pleasure as she climaxed. “You have earned your reward.”

With a thought, my clothes vanished into red smoke. I summoned my cock. My clit transformed, thrusting long and hard from my groin as Lana stepped aside, still holding the dagger. I ignored her, my dick growing towards my monstrous daughter’s prostrate form.

“Bend over my desk, daughter.”

“Yessss, Mother,” she said, drawing out her S with her passion.

She rose and moved towards my desk, her breasts swaying. She bent over it, her ass so round and plump, a delicious peach. From between her thighs, her cunt dripped wet, filling the air with an earthy musk. I admired the sight of my daughter’s juicy snatch as I moved into position with my girl-dick.

I speared into her silky depths with a single plunge.

“Mother!” she hissed as she came in an instant. My merest touch brought ecstasy. She thrashed on my desk as her pussy writhed about my plunging shaft.

Pleasure rippled around my cock. I drank it in, my large breasts heaving before me as my hips pumped away. Ecstasy churned through my daughter. I could feel it making her gasp and moan, trembling on my desk as my clit-dick filled her cunt.

I savored the feel of her flesh convulsing about my dick, massaging it, eager for my black seed to spurt into her depths. I fed on her lusts, devouring them while my silver hair tumbled about my face. Such exquisite cunt.

I glanced at Lana, not missing a thrust, and commanded, “Go find Haja and bring her to me.”

“At once.” Lana bowed. She set the dagger on my desk and left.

I plowed into my daughter’s tight sheath. She hissed as her body writhed. Her back arched in ways that would break a human, so lithe and sinuous. Her juices flowed, dripping down both our thighs as I penetrated her juicy depths again and again.

She kept cumming, overwhelmed by my Lust. Her pleasure had her hissing in insensibility. Her mind drowned in the rapture I gave her. I treasured it. My touch so overwhelmed, so consumed. Her pussy spasmed harder and harder about my dick, sucking at it, wanting my cum billowing into her depths.

I drank in her passion. I devoured her lust. It felt as delightful to me as her cunt spasming upon my cock. It brought me closer and closer to spilling into her. I pumped faster, my tits bouncing before me. I touched her supple back.

Juices gushed from her pussy.

“Yes, yes!” she hissed. “I’m your whore, Mother!”

“You are!” I groaned. “My wonderful, delightful daughter-whore!”

I increased the Lust flowing into her. She screamed, her back twisting around, bending almost in half. I grabbed her small breast, pinching her dark nipple between my finger. She quivered and contorted, her pussy sucking at my dick.

I kept pounding her snatch. She never stopped cumming, one climax spilling into the next. My orgasm built quickly. I didn’t fight it. Haja would be here soon. I shuddered, burying into my daughter’s pussy.

And came.

I flooded her cunt with my black seed. It pumped out of me, filling her to the hilt. She hissed so loudly, her hardest orgasm yet contorting her body. Her nipple pulled out of my fingers as she collapsed on the table, sweat glistening on her body.

“Yes,” I moaned as the rapture billowed through me. I savored my own pleasure as I drank in hers. Such a delicious meal. “Enjoy your reward. You did such amazing work. You made me so happy.”

I ripped my girl-dick out of her. I shuddered at the sight of my inky cum leaking out of her pink depths. I sucked in a deep breath as she slipped off my desk, kneeling before me. She gazed up at me, her snake-slitted eyes glassy with her pleasure.

“Thank you, thank you!” she hissed. “I love you, Mother!”

She bent over. Her long tongue licked at my feet. I savored the wet, wonderful sensation.

“I love you, too, daughter,” I lied. My daughters were merely tools to increase my power, and no matter how useful you found your tools, you didn’t love them. “You are dismissed, Abby.”

My daughter stood on shaky legs, bowed, and stumbled out of the room past Lana. I hadn’t noticed my priestess return. Her eyes glanced down to my still-hard cock drenched in Abby’s juices. Lust shone in my priestess’s in those blue depths.

“Haja is on her way, my Goddess,” Lana said. Her eyes flickered to the dagger sitting on my desk. Something other than lust flicked across her face. She swallowed. “What is that?”

I picked up the dagger, staring at the deformed blade. “Mark Glassner’s death.”

I nicked my finger with the blade. A single, dark bead of blood welled from the cut and landed upon the black metal. For a moment, the dagger burned scarlet, drinking in my blood, and binding itself to my life. I could feel the cursed thing like an ugly, throbbing wound upon my forehead, burning like a brand.

“A single cut from this blade will kill any man or woman in minutes,” I explained. “Nothing can heal this weapon’s wounds once it has been bound to a person.”

“Nothing?” Lana asked. “Not even the Tsariy ritual?”

“Not even that,” I answered. Then I hesitated. “Well, no, my life is bound into the blade, and only my life’s blood could heal the wounded.”

“I see,” Lana replied carefully. “Isn’t that taking a risk? Shouldn’t I be bound to it? Or one of your other daughters?”

I smiled at her. “No, it’s more satisfying this way.”

I stared at the blade. In November, Mark would stand before me on the anniversary of our agreement. I would get to watch him die, writhing in pain, helpless like the worm he was. It would be so satisfying knowing that I was his only salvation, that if he wasn’t howling in agony, all he had to do to survive would be to kill me.

But he’d fail. He’d die, and everyone bound to him would perish with him.

Then the world would be mine. I would cleanse it of every single, last man—purged as clean of the vermin as my city of Seattle was.

A knock rattled my door.

“You may enter my presence,” I said, turning.

Haja entered a moment later, thin and pale, as if she had no color. Except her eyes. They were an ever-shifting rainbow. She was an Aja, capable of manipulating light. She could bend it about her and hide in the distortion, or she could focus the light to a bright beam that would slice through almost anything. Chantelle called her power a laser—one of the many filthy things invented by men in this time.

I carefully wrapped the dagger in the cloth and handed it to Haja. “Take this to Ziki,” I commanded. “Do not cut yourself with the blade.”

“Yes, Mother,” Haja answered, her voice little more than a whisper.

“And do not be seen! I will be most displeased.”

“I won’t, Mother.” She trembled in fear before me.

“Good, go,” I smiled, savoring her terrified awe of me. All should quiver before a goddess.

As Aja left my office, I spotted young Crystal waiting outside. The next group of women I needed to impregnate must be ready. Every woman in Seattle had to submit to my affections and bear me a daughter. When November came, and Mark Glassner lay dead at my feet, my army of monstrous daughters would be as numerous as the stars in the sky.

They would swarm across the world.

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