"Their kids are deformed. Lucifers, they're called, even if no one kills them they soon die on their own, they're - tragic. Abjah had one. I took him - I couldn't even tell he was a him, then, but I took him and I flew up and - I have never been so angry. I begged and I screamed and I demanded an explanation, I wanted Jovah to account for himself, for making angels this way, and nothing happened. I wasn't struck for my impudence, I felt no shift in the air, I certainly wasn't answered. You know, I asked at Penninah's, once, why lucifers occurred? And Jovah said -" She has her perfect memory now. She can produce the exact words, at least as Penninah rendered the translation. "Angel blood is not meant to mix with its like save by dispensation. Dispensation, like Nathan and Magdalena, they got special permission through an oracle and their children were all healthy, but Abjah didn't get one and Abjah slept with some angel she's refusing to identify and she got a lucifer. And I was hovering, and holding him, and he was crying even though the first thing I did was take his pain away, he felt warm so he wasn't cold like a mortal baby would have been, he was just - confused. Too many limbs. Too sick and wretched to do anything but cry. And Jovah did nothing. There are no prayers to heal that, no medicine I could have called down to reshape Abjah's son. But I did it anyway. It was only a pentagon."