Her Lord was not thinking of Sister Denholm, or the other witches He had visited. He was focused on her, on seeding her, and no one else. Sister Denholm had not been chosen to bear the Dark Lord His heir. Nor had Sister Blackmoon, or even her own mother. It was  she. Perhaps it was her devotion to Him, or perhaps He had listened to her nightly prayers that had begun each night since she was small.