The swollen walls were drenched in slippery liquid.The organ embedded in the center below seemed bent as if it could spring out at any moment due to the angle. Each time he took a deep breath, the organ pulsated and the opening expanded as if it was alive and breathing in unison.
The viscous, thick, off-white liquid gathered, escaping through the gap and slowly tracing down the dark pillar.
Winston whispered into Grace’s ear as she groaned, unable to endure the barbaric sight.
“This flows into your womb, meeting yours, creating our child. No matter what you think about it, it’s fascinating.”
It was an excited voice filled with anticipation.
“Imagine it. A child resembling me calling you ‘mom’.”
Her face contorted even more.
“Don’t like it? You at least like my face.”
As the mirror that was aimed toward their private parts lifted, it reflected their faces. She gritted her teeth the moment her eyes landed on his face, doing cruel acts masked with an air of sophistication.
“That won’t happen. I’ll kill it right before your child calls me mom.”
“Your mother spared you, but you’re going too far.”
Responding to her cruel words, the man countered with even more cruel words.
“Aack! Shut up, please!”
Eventually, unable to bear the emotional pain, Grace screamed.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Winston, treating her like a child, whispered as he looked in the mirror.
“A child resembling you and me… I’m looking forward to it.”
When the man smiled broadly in the mirror, Grace shuddered. It was worlds apart from a father’s excited smile about the anticipated child.
“Aren’t you curious, darling?”
It was a smile resembling that of a mad scientist conducting a terrible experiment, creating a creature that would incur the wrath of God.
“What happens when you mix fire and ice?”
* * *
Thunk.
The door closed.
Congratulations.
The doctor’s disappearing words echoed through the room like a lingering afterimage.
To some, it was the resonance left by the explosion, while to others, it was the lingering echo of the church bells. Tears welled up in the eyes of the woman who sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly into the air.
Leon looked down silently at the pale face and then knelt down. It was the first time in his life he knelt in front of someone.
However, it didn’t imply submission.
Rather, he was the conqueror.
Leon buried his face in the woman’s abdomen as the laughter that couldn’t be suppressed burst out repeatedly from the lightly closed lips.
His child was here.
He had put her on an eternal leash that she could never escape from.
And one more thing…
In the sanctuary where the next heir of the Blanchard ‘dynasty’ would be born, his seed, the dirty monarchy pig, was sown. Forcibly breaking into a forbidden place and boating it as conquest now seemed ridiculous.
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