Crimson Nightmares Book Two: Hell's Approval

Chapter Five

The baby had bright white skin and black hair that reminded me of a raven's wing. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, and already, I could see the hint of his horns beginning to form. "His name is lucifer," I managed to croak.

They lift the baby up and cut the cord. One of the woman carryed the woman out of the room. "You must dicide now if you will raise the children or let them live a better life somewere else."

"I will raise them," I said without hesitation.

"Very well," Masaru replied, his voice devoid of any emotion. "But rember, you are my pet, these are my children."

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. I knew what he was saying, and I knew the price that came with my decision. I would have to bear his children, raise them in this hellish place, and submit to him in whatever way he saw fit. It was a lifetime sentence, and I was condemning myself to a life of suffering and servitude.

But despite the bleakness of my situation, I couldn't bring myself to regret my choice. These children were a part of me, and I would do everything in my power to protect them and give them a life worth living, even if it meant enduring the torment of hell itself.

"Will I get to see them again?"

"Yes, they are just getting a health check. They will be back in here any moment." He snapped his fingers and two woman each carrying one of the children came in. Masaru placed the boy, who I had named Lucifer, into my arms. I held him close, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protectiveness wash over me. Beelzebub was smaller then him and here white eyes were almost silver. I knew that I would do whatever it took to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness.

I had never wanted to be a mother, but somehow, in this twisted reality, these children were all I had. And as I looked down at their innocent faces, I realized that I would give up everything for them, even my own freedom.

The women took the children back, and I was left alone with Masaru once again. I didn't speak, couldn't speak, but I felt a newfound determination growing inside of me. I would find a way to escape this place, to find a life of my own, where my children could grow up free from the torment of hell. I would not give up hope, no matter how bleak the situation might seem.

"How many children do you want."

"I don't want any more."

"Well, you better get used to it. You are my pet, and I will keep breeding you until I decide to stop. You are my eternal vessel, and you will bear me as many children as I see fit. I want at least seven more before you turn 200."

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. "I understand."

Masaru chuckled darkly. "I hope so. Because if you don't, you'll regret it." He walked over to me, running his fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar mix of fear and revulsion as he touched me. "What do you want me to do?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Just be a good little pet," he purred. "And enjoy your new role as a mother."

With that I found myself slipping out of consciousness once more, drifting into the endless darkness of sleep. Sleep was the only way of escaping this world, of finding any peace from the endless torment of my existence.

In the two weeks that I had been in the coma, I had relived every moment of my life over and over again. The memories came flooding back, unbidden and unwelcome: the happy times with my family, my friends, my first love. I relived every moment of joy and every moment of pain, feeling each emotion as acutely as if I were experiencing them for the first time.