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“Mind taking the old man his dinner for me?”

“My bloody pleasure. I live to serve.” The words

dripped sarcasm, underlain with bitter truth. They all

lived to serve. It was why they’d been spawned. None

of the most powerful gods of the Underworld could

travel Topworld at will. Including Sutekh. The greater

their power, the less mobile they were. It was a safeguard

set in place six thousand years past to ensure they didn’t

encroach on each others’ territories or the human realm.

So Sutekh needed emissaries, worker bees, to be his

eyes and ears Topworld. He called them “associates.”

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Most were converted souls, carefully handpicked

from the endless stream that came before him, offered

the opportunity to become one of the Underworld’s

elite: a soul reaper.

But four had been bred to the role.

What better way to ensure an associate’s loyalty

than to breed one himself? In fact, he’d been so successful the first time, that he’d bred three more. Four

sons on three human women.

And yeah, they were loyal. To each other. And to

Sutekh, though that was a tangled mess because they

all both loathed and loved him.

Still, it was family first. Even if they were dysfunctional as all hell.

“And I need you to check out the contents of the

wallet,” Dagan said, handing that over, as well. “Follow

up on the emergency contact, Frank Marin. The

brother. And check out exactly what sort of business is

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