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This book revolves around yet another attempt to insert the Seven Sacred Daggers of Megiddo into the spawn of Satan. Chief among those trying to turn the Antichrist into a knife block is Philip Brennan, the American ambassador overseeing Arab-Israeli peace talks, which fall apart when an Israeli politician clocks a Syrian representative with an ashtray. Then Brennan’s devil-worshipping wife stabs her husband before he can stab Damien with his Christian cutlery, and World War III breaks out.

Omen V: The Abomination (1985) picks up a few years after this nuclear exchange. Opening with a list of the thirty-one characters slaughtered in the series so far, it follows Pulitzer Prize–winning writer Paul Mason and his intrepid researcher Anna as they write a book about the Thorn family and how all their friends die a lot. Damien Jr. becomes head of the Thorn Corporation and starts engineering the apocalypse again. Anna is brainwashed into becoming Damien’s slave shortly after she interviews Philip Brennan’s backstabbing wife from the previous book, who has since taken a knife and mutilated her vagina as penance for her betrayal.

Everyone converges on Pereford for a satanic orgy, where Anna betrays Paul, who tries to kill Damien Jr. The series concludes with Damien Jr. crushed by a massive falling crucifix ridden by Philip Brennan’s mad wife, who lands on Damien crotch-first, and we’re informed that the last sight Damien Jr. sees is “the mutilation of Margaret Brennan.” THE END.

Or is it? In the epilogue, Paul Mason sits down to write his book and types…the first lines of the first Omen novelization by David Seltzer.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting (a Hell Baby)

The 1960s and ’70s spawned a million myths about babies as everyone tried to keep up with the changing rules of reproduction. The Pill hit the market in 1960, IUDs appeared in 1968, abortion was legalized in 1973, and the first successful IVF was carried out in 1978. Massive changes in contraception and fertility technology had phrases like test tube baby and sperm bank on the lips of every American. A lot of fear emerged surrounding pregnancy and childbirth, but fortunately horror paperbacks were there to address every new parent’s fears with a resounding “Yes!” Yes, having sex will cause your baby to die, especially if that sex involved female orgasm (Crib, 1982). Yes, having a baby will cause a woman’s breasts to look “as though a vandal had defaced a great work of art” (also Crib). Yes, you will be confined to a locked mental ward after giving birth (too many books to list). Yes, if you have an abortion the remains will be buried in a shallow grave behind the hospital, where they will be struck by lightning and reanimated as brain-eating babies who telekinetically explode your womb (Spawn, 1983).

Many women make their way through this minefield of potential hazards with the guidance of their doctor. But the horror novels of this era warn women that their doctors were less likely to write a prescription than to hire a hitman to run them over because they threatened to blow the lid off their baby mill operation. The horror-novel OB/GYN is remote and cold. His name is Dr. Borg or Dr. Kabel, and he works at the Karyll Clinic, which sounds like a location in a David Cronenberg movie. He spends Christmas Day alone, and he’s probably having an incestuous affair with his sister. If you are visiting a fertility clinic that has a conveyor belt running directly from the delivery room to what everyone refers to as “the Off-Limits Building,” find another doctor.

The floating unborn became a recurring image on horror novel covers, even for books like The Jonah and The Reaping, which didn’t feature a single evil fetus. Credit 35

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As readers soon learn, a woman is never more vulnerable than when she’s pregnant or in labor, especially if the hospital happens to be conducting illegal experiments on living human fetuses. Essentially medical thrillers in the vein of Coma (more about that book in chapter 5), these novels stopped at every station of the genre and genuflected deeply. A doctor always gave a lecture about the virtues of playing God, someone was always sneaking around the hospital’s off-limits area, an insider involved in the experiments was always unable to live with the guilt and volunteered vital information to the main character but was killed before their secrets could be revealed. That death was always made to look like a suicide. And, just as surrogate mothers always turned out to be crazed murderers, there was always a previous victim who seemed insane but who might be telling the truth if everyone would stop dosing her with Thorazine for a second and listen.