Hellborn Abyss

Chapter 2

The dimly lit room was filled with an air of tension and urgency. The flickering candles cast long shadows on the stone walls, creating an eerie ambiance. A circle of robed figures chanted softly, their voices blending into a harmonious yet unsettling melody. At the center of the room, lying on a stone altar, was a heavily pregnant woman. She clutched her swollen belly, her face contorted in pain and fear.

Midwife: "Breathe, my dear. The time is near." The midwife's voice was calm and reassuring, though her eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety.

The woman, Selena, took deep, labored breaths. Her mind raced with thoughts of the child she was about to bring into the world. A child unlike any other—half human, half demon, and half angel. The result of an unholy union that defied the natural order.

Selena: "Will she be alright?" Selena's voice was weak but filled with determination. "Will my baby be safe?"

Midwife: "She is destined for greatness, Selena. But her path will not be easy." The midwife glanced at the robed figures, who continued their chant. "Stay strong. Focus on bringing her into this world."

Selena screamed as another contraction hit her, her body writhing in pain. The midwife quickly moved into position, ready to assist with the birth.

Selena: "Lucifer... is he here?"

Midwife: "He is watching over you, Selena. He would not miss the birth of his daughter." The midwife's words were meant to comfort, but they only heightened Selena's anxiety. The weight of her child's heritage was a heavy burden.

As the contractions grew stronger and more frequent, the air in the room seemed to thicken. The chanting grew louder, more intense, as if the very fabric of reality was straining to contain the event unfolding within.

Selena: "Please... please, let her be safe."

Midwife: "Push, Selena. It's time. Push with all your might."

Selena summoned every ounce of strength she had left, pushing through the pain and fear. With one final, agonizing effort, she felt the release as her child entered the world.

A piercing cry filled the room, mingling with the chanting. The midwife gently lifted the newborn, a look of awe and fear in her eyes.

Midwife: "She is here. Your daughter is here."

Selena, exhausted and weak, reached out her arms. "Let me see her."

The midwife carefully placed the baby in Selena's arms. The newborn's eyes, a striking blend of ethereal blue and demonic red, gazed up at her mother. Tiny wings, one angelic and pure, the other dark and leathery, fluttered weakly.

Selena: "Bianca..." Selena whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Her name is Bianca."

The chanting ceased, and the robed figures stepped back, their task complete. The room fell into a hushed silence, the significance of the moment sinking in.

Suddenly, a dark figure materialized in the corner of the room. Lucifer, the fallen angel, the prince of darkness, approached the altar. His presence was both commanding and terrifying.

Lucifer: "Selena, you have done well." His voice was a deep, resonant rumble. "Our daughter is perfect."

Selena looked up at Lucifer, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance. "Promise me... promise me you will protect her."

Lucifer's eyes softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. "I swear it. Bianca will be protected. She will be loved."

As Lucifer reached out to touch his daughter, Bianca's tiny hand grasped his finger. A powerful energy surged through the room, a testament to the unique and potent heritage within the newborn.