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Jhala's righteous anger was something Hiram respected, despite coming from a place in her heart that was completely fake. She kept up with her lie well, deflecting at all signs that pointed toward blaspheme, heresy, or non-belief. Perhaps Hiram would never know of his own wife's reluctance to accept the faith. Nevertheless, it was probably for the best that Hiram did not dig deeper for the sake of souls she carried in utero. He smiled, but spoke no more on the subject.

The signs of pregnancy were painfully obvious. Hiram figured she knew by now -- like it was some sort of unspoken knowledge imparted by instinct or whatever. "Everything's gonna be fine Jhala," the Cardinal softly spoke. "Place your trust in Raas." Or rather... he thought to himself -- the ego of a cult leader growing inside of him. "If you would like, you can place your trust in me. I'm a trained healer, and I will see you through this."

He looked to the slight curve of her belly. She had yet to show the physical signs of her pregnancy. "Be honored," Hiram continued after a beat. "For you carry the children of God." And he, he was His emissary -- His prophet, carrying out His will on the earth.