Mightiness and his children watched intently as the woman laboured to bring The One into the world. She clenched her muscles, and gave vent to an animalistic groan.
Rafaela winced sympathetically.
“How is putting the mother through this going to make the child any more human than if we had just dropped it in the cradle?” she demanded with some asperity.
Mightiness actually looked a little shamefaced, but Gabe stepped in.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“There is nothing to understand.”
“Man is born through the travails of woman,” he intoned piously.
“Travail this, buster.”
Gabe only limped for about a millennium…
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