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took his seat and stared at the terrified child as he waited for his special guests to take their seats. The
     boy’s bright blue eyes sparkled in the spotlights. Elijah smiled. He could see the terror. The boy licked his lips and tried
     to swallow. He had been told that if he spoke to anyone, he would be beaten. Master Elijah allowed his eyes to drift down
     to the boy’s crotch. He could barely see any pubic hair, but that was due mostly to the child’s having almost white-blond
     hair, which didn’t show up as well as black hair against white skin.
    “Thank all of you for coming to this very special meeting.” Elijah spoke using his authority-filled voice. He was a master
     at changing his voice to reach any audience, and this group of men would respond only to absolute authority without a glimmer
     of human compassion in it. “Tonight we have three new members to present to a special gathering of Death Angel leaders from
     across the United States....” Elijah moved his open hand around the table. “Minister Fiad from our Los Angeles mosque; Minister
     Mohammed Aheem from New York; Minister Rhain-Rheem representing our Miami brothers at the Sun Mosque; and Minister Fard…”
     Elijah did not like the idea of the man taking the name of Fard and allowed it to show in the tone of his voice and the pause,
     “from our newest mosque and Death Angel chapter in Atlanta.”
    Each of the men nodded slightly to the three men sitting together and then over at the assembled Death Angels from the Detroit
     mosque.
    The fourteen-year-old boy tried staring past the bright lights in his eyes to see who was talking. But he could see only the
     three men sitting to his right side and a few of the men lining the wall to his left. A light coating of sweat covered his
     forehead even though he stood naked in the cool basement room.
    “Allow me to introduce our newest members.” Master Elijah held out his hand in the direction of the three somber pledges to
     the secret society. “First, there is Henry Phillips, who chose to eliminate nine male devilbeasts.” Elijah blinked his eyes.
     “And then we have Mohammed Mombutu, whose mother has been a very active member of this mosque since Master Wali Farad founded
     this mosque… his
first
mosque here in 1931.” Elijah allowed that fact to sink in to the membership in the room. It was important for all of them
     to remember where the Nation had been born and where the power rested. “Mohammed chose a more difficult task of exterminating
     five white women of the devilbeasts.”
    The room remained very quiet but a number of the assembled Death Angels nodded their heads in approval.
    Elijah saw the nods and quickly added so that he could maintain his absolute control of the group,
“But we
have a very special new Death Angel joining us tonight… Red Wolf Moore. He asked for special permission to have a quota of
eight
devilbeast children instead of the
usual
four.... All of us here know that it takes more courage for a Death Angel to kill children than it does to kill the adult
     male blue-eyed devils, and a score of
eight
just to become a member is commendable and I am going to personally present Red Wolf a brand-new Cadillac Seville for his
     accomplishment! Brother Karriem from our Los Angeles mosque will take him outside after this meeting and show it to him—a
     yellow one that will remind you, Brother Red Wolf, of the gutless devilbeasts.”
    Karriem felt his stomach tighten, but he didn’t dare let it show on his face that he cared if Master Elijah gave his car away.
    “As a special treat tonight in honor of our guests, Red Wolf has provided us with a Polish devilbeast he found hitchhiking
     from Hamtramck to his freedom in California.... I must say that I like the devilbeasts’ newfound love for running away from
     their families to join the
love
cults out west.” Elijah’s remark brought a couple of muffled laughs from those sitting around the
conference
table. All