Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Seraphel

"No! You are not real!" I screamed, my nails scratching at Azriel’s wrists as I frantically shoved his hands away from me.

With a surge of desperate, trembling strength, I scrambled back to my feet and stumbled away from him.

This had to be another trick. Another cruelty of the loop. There was no way he was actually here with me.

Ever since I found myself trapped in this endless nightmare, all I had seen were blank, featureless faces or monstrous illusions.

And now, suddenly, an Azriel appeared whose face I could actually see—accompanied by two towering, powerful men I didn’t recognize at all.

"Seraphel... it’s me!" Azriel tried to speak, his voice tight as he took a step toward me, but I violently shoved my hands out to push him back.

"Don’t come near me!" I shrieked.

My foot caught on the uneven earth, sending me crashing back down onto my hands and knees. "Stay away from me!"

One of the two men turned toward me. His sparkling hazel eyes locked onto mine, registering my panic, before he glanced back over his shoulder at Azriel.

"Now is not the time to argue with him," the hazel-eyed man stated, his tone surprisingly sharp and controlled. "The swarm keeps coming. Leave Seraphel alone for a moment and let’s clean up these birds."

I stared at him in utter confusion, trying desperately to figure out who he was and why he seemed to know my name. But then again, in this distorted realm, everyone seemed to know who I was.

Yet, there was something undeniably familiar about both him and the long-haired man beside him. No matter how much I strained my memory, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I had no idea who they were.

Azriel shot me one last pained, conflicted look before turning his full attention back to the swarming sky. He lowered a section of his crimson barrier, flicked his wrist, and summoned his power.

Massive, black-thorned vines erupted from his hands, rushing outward in thick clusters to strike down the incoming flock. Bladed crimson flowers bloomed alongside the vines, slicing through the air and shredding the shadow birds to pieces with terrifying precision.

The man with hazel eyes stepped forward next. With a single flick of his finger, a massive, glowing star-shaped glyph sliced across the desolate earth and blasted skyward, cutting down hundreds of the beasts in a single heartbeat.

Star magic?

I scratched at the back of my neck, racking my brain to remember where in the original web novel I had read about power like that—and who it belonged to.

While I was desperately searching for answers, the second man—the one with long, straight hair—stretched his arms forward. His limbs extended unnaturally through the air, growing impossibly long as his hands engulfed dozens of birds at once. It was as if his very hands swallowed them whole and they vanished without a single trace.

My eyes widened in shock as the realization hit me like a physical blow.

There was only one person in the entire universe created by Author Nude who wielded a grotesque, endless ability like that.

Taizel. The Prince of Gluttony.

"Taizel..."

The name slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. The moment I spoke, both Azriel and Taizel snapped their heads back to look at me.

Taizel flashed me a broad, cheerful grin, while Azriel immediately shot me a sharp glare.

Why the hell was he glaring at me? I rolled my eyes, my head spinning. He wasn’t even real anyway.

Real. Did I even know what’s real anymore?

The only difference in this current nightmare was that three men had come to my rescue: Taizel, Azriel, and the third man standing beside them.

Who was he?

I stared intently at the hazel-eyed man, trying to place him among the Deadly Sins. I knew he had to be one of the brothers, but I couldn’t figure out which one he was.

"Uriel! Let’s combine our power and deliver the final blow!" Azriel called out.

Uriel?!

My jaw almost dropped. The Sin of Sloth was standing right in front of me?! The original novel description had made him sound like he would be short, but standing here in the flesh, his height wasn’t nearly as small as I had imagined compared to Azriel and Taizel.

I should have figured it out the second I saw his star-adorned robes! Out of all seven brothers, only he and Taizel possessed rich, golden-brown skin, and Uriel was the only one with soft, curly hair.

How could I have missed something so obvious?

Uriel and Taizel were actually here.

Did that mean the rest of the Sins were nearby too?

I frantically scanned the horizon, but disappointment washed over me when I saw nothing but empty red wasteland.

What was I even expecting? Who was I kidding? This was all probably another complex illusion designed to mess with my fractured mind.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, only to be jolted open by a deafening explosion that rocked the ground beneath me.

When my eyes fluttered open, a rain of dark blood was showering down over the wasteland. Every single bird had been obliterated, their carcasses littering the dirt.

The three men lowered their defensive barriers, and all three pairs of eyes turned directly back to me.

"You... you are not real," I whimpered, pointing a trembling finger at them.

Taizel burst out laughing first. "Oh, this human is so cute! Look at him shivering at the mere sight of us. You two deal with his crisis while I consume these beasts. Their cores are packed with powerful energy that will boost my cultivation!"

Before anyone could stop him, Taizel vanished, reappearing right in the middle of the bird-covered wasteland. In the blink of an eye, he devoured every last creature, leaving the ground completely bare as if they had never existed.

What the actual hell? I thought, hurriedly tearing my eyes away from the disturbing sight to face the two men standing over me.

"Little lotus," Azriel began softly, taking a deliberate step toward me.

But with every single step he took forward, I scrambled backward on my hands, keeping a strict distance between us.

"His mind is severely fractured," Uriel observed, his hazel eyes cool and analytical as he studied my defensive posture. "He genuinely doesn’t believe you are real."

"Is there a way to break him out of it?" Azriel asked, his voice laced with growing desperation. "Should I kiss him, or just fuck him right here until he remembers exactly who I am?"

I froze, my brows pulling into a deep frown at Azriel’s ridiculous words.

Uriel let out a sharp, choking sound, shaking his head in absolute disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Seriously, what was wrong with him?! That absurd, shameless command was exactly something the real Prince of Lust would say, yet my trauma-ridden brain still refused to accept it.

"I will try to enter his mind," Uriel suggested, stepping forward. "I can anchor his thoughts and figure out what this loop did to him."

"Hell no!" Azriel snapped, his aura flaring dangerously as he cut Uriel off. "He is mine! No one touches him but me!"

Uriel let out a long, miserable groan of frustration, rubbing his temples. "I have zero interest in your human, you insufferable Lust!"

"I said no!" Azriel growled possessively. "I am the only one allowed to touch him. Nobody else!"

I looked back and forth between Uriel and Azriel, wanting so badly to scream at them to shut up—I was sitting right in front of them, yet they were arguing as if I were a piece of property!

Before I could open my mouth, I caught sight of the blood-red sky above us. It was darkening rapidly, swirling into a violent, pitch-black vortex.

"What..."

My words were cut short as a blinding, explosive burst of light erupted at the center of the wasteland.

The shockwave blasted outward, lifting my body right off the dirt.

I braced myself for the bone-shattering impact of hitting the rocks, but instead of the cold ground, a pair of powerful arms wrapped securely around my waist, pulling me tightly against a broad, solid chest.

It was Azriel.

Is he actually real? I thought wildly, my chest heaving.

Why else would he keep shielding me like this?

"Well, well, well..." a chilling, multi-layered voice echoed through the air, vibrating with dark amusement.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as absolute terror seized me. I recognized that voice instantly. It was the same sinister, mocking voice that had tormented me during my very first death in this realm.

"I certainly didn’t expect three of the Seven Deadly Sins to grace my dimension with their presence," the voice chuckled darkly.

Driven by sheer, terrifying curiosity, I forced myself to look up as the smoke from the explosion cleared.

Standing amidst the decaying ruins of the wasteland was the familiar, terrifying figure—wearing the exact same creepy, ominous mask that had haunted my very first nightmare.