Aza sits, hand on her belly. She is in her 8th month. The baby is strong. So strong. She wonders what type of monster she carries? What DNA did Darrius mix? He was a fool. A mortal playing God. His soul was bound for hell anyway, and he sold it to her? She smiles. This baby was hers. In her own evil way she loved it already. She had no intention of honoring the contract, she loved the little Experiment already. “I will meet you soon little one.”
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