Uncovering the Secrets of Her Dark Demon Pregnancy - Part 5

A/N – Hi guys, hope you are all enjoying this series. As promised, I present part five! And isn’t she a beaut?! My longest chapter so far, I hope it won’t disappoint. As always, PLEASE rate and leave comment, I can’t convey how much I love them. Also, if you have a spare minute, have a read of my poem called We Stand Together. It’s my first ever poem, I’m really very proud of it and I would love to know what you guys think; the link is on my profile. Happy reading!

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Part 5

Memories of the past day filter through my dazed mind like evidence at a court hearing. All day I’ve experienced irrational emotions; jealousy, betrayal, sorrow and anger, all leading to uncontrollable tears and how could I forget the bouts of nausea? I should have known, the evidence was there, but how could I have guessed? I’m sure women don’t usually feel the effects of pregnancy the day after conception... Right?

I step away from my lover, then run a hand over the soft flesh of my abdomen and am startled to feel a small hardness underneath. Even with my non-existent knowledge of pregnancy, I know that it’s way too early me to have a little bump already!

“How is this possible?” I whisper more to myself than to Asmodeus.

But of course, that is like asking how it’s possible for demons to exist. As I struggle to digest yet another impossibility proven entirely viable, I remember that Asmodeus mentioned something about nine days. He said that I would have to endure mind-numbing pain everyday for nine days, but my question is what happens after?

Surely not what I’m thinking now, right?

The demon king answers for me, his words shattering my last glimmer of desperate hope.

“The child will be born in nine days time. Regrettably, until that day is upon us you will have to endure the... discomfort associated with his growth, for he will grow quickly.”

Born in nine days?! I release a guttural scream of anguish and fall to my knees as my last scrap of fighting spirit escapes. Raw and unrelenting sobs choke me as I cradle my head in my arms and dread the days to come.

The nausea which has been plaguing me finally rears its ugly head, triggering violent heaving and retching; my stomach already too empty to expel anything. Asmodeus is kneeling by my side in a flash, supporting my convulsing body and pulling my hair back as bile scorches my throat on its way out.

As soon as I have gained a little more control over my raging body, I use what little strength I have left to scramble away from him.

“Get away from me,” I croak, “please, just... leave me alone.”

I stagger to the bed and sink down onto it as pure exhaustion drags me further into my suffocating depression. The demon leaves like I asked him to, not even bothering to seal the exit. If I could leave, now would be the perfect opportunity.

But how can I, with this thing growing inside me? Where would I go? How would I explain when the time came, the birth of a creature with a pointed tail and red eyes?

I couldn’t.

No one would believe me anyway, even with the evidence right there in front of them. They would pass it off as a freak of nature, maybe study it for a time; try to fix the problem. And all the while the creature would grow, becoming more like its father with each passing day.

What havoc with such a beast inflict on the world? How would I live with myself knowing that I’d unleashed the spawn of a monster on mankind?

Speak of the devil and Asmodeus is back, interrupting my dark thoughts. He is not alone though, and is followed closely by a slender demoness with rich burgundy skin, dark hair and yellow eyes. Her long tail is tucked between her legs in fear of her master;

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