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The Duke fell to his knees, knotting his hands together to make his plea."Lady," He said to her,in his native tongue."This was an accident. I believed the boy to be an animal. He was running from me in the form of a goat."
"That is his father's chosen form, on certain nights," the woman replied. Goga knew, of course, what was signified by this. Only the Devil himself took the form of a goat. The woman was telling him that she was Lilith,the Devil's wife, and that the child he had killed was the Devil's own offspring. To say this was not good news was an understatement. The Duke concealed his terror as best he could, but it was terror he felt. To be standing on the lip of Hell, accused of the crime before him,was a terrifying prospect. His soul would be forfeit, he feared. All he could do was repeat what he'd said:"I took the boy to be a goat. This was a grieous error on my part, and I regret it with all my heart-"
The woman raised her hand to silence him.
"My husband has seventy-seven children by me. Qwaftzefoni was his favorite. What am I supposed to tell him when he calls for his beloved boy and he does not come as he used to?"
The Duke had barley any spittle in his throat. But he used what little he had to reply."I don't know what you will say."
"you know who my husband is,don't you? And don't insult me by pretending innocence."
"I think he is the Devil, ma'am," the Duke Goga replied.
"That he is," the woman said."And I am Lilith, His first wife. so now what do you think your life is worth?"
Goga mused on this for a moment. Then he said :"Christ save my soul. I fear my life is worth nothing."
-Clive Barker, Coldheart Canyon
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And sometimes he dreamed he was dead; was floating in an infinite ocean of black milk, and the presences invisible but mighty distressed the stars above him, and threw them down inlong arcs that sang as the fell.
-Clive Barker, Weaveworld
