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PART 1 Fury blinked at the sight of her eldest brother hauling in their struggling youngest under his arm like a sack of potatoes. While it wasn’t all that unusual, especially when War needed a bath, it was strange that the youngling didn’t look particularly dirty this time. “Let me go!” The little Nephilim growled. The Firstborn glared at the child, “No. You are going to get your hair fixed right now. I have had just enough of your wailing!” War whined, “But I want to go and play!” Death roughly shook the squirming bundle, “You want to go and play? Fine, I’ll just cut off all yo