Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Azriel

"You have?" Seraphel’s eyes went wide.

I nodded.

"That’s amazing." He clapped his hands, delighted. "Is that why you were able to withstand Castiel’s light?"

I shook my head. "I think it’s because we’re bonded, and the light recognizes me as something it isn’t meant to harm, which is why I healed so quickly. I want to try it again."

"No," Seraphel refused immediately. "There is no way in hell I’m putting you at risk just to prove a point."

I leaned closer, pressing my forehead to his. "I will be fine, Seraphel. Don’t forget who your husband is. I am, after all, Azriel, the Sin of Lust, the most powerful of the sins. I can take it."

Seraphel let out a long sigh before finally relenting. "If it hurts, you tell me. Don’t you dare pretend everything is fine. Do you understand?"

I nodded, and he turned his palm upward.

A bright golden light bloomed from it, and I pressed my palm flat against his.

A searing pain shot through my flesh at first, sharp enough to make me flinch.

"Are you all right?" Seraphel demanded, trying to pull his hand back. "I should stop."

"No," I refused, and the pain vanished as quickly as it had come, as though it had never been there at all. "I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me," I assured him, then slowly drew my hand back and showed him my palm. Unlike the first time, there were no burns. "You see? I’m fine."

Seraphel stared at my palm, then at me. "What does this mean?" The impatience in his voice echoed through the room.

"It means I may be immune to the light, which is why I need to test it properly," I told him, then rose from the bed, found my trousers, and pulled them on before turning to face him. "Seraphel, I want you to strike me. Here." I tapped my chest. "Aim it straight at my chest."

Seraphel lowered his palm at once, jaw tightening, fists clenching at his sides. "What the hell are you trying to say," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Are you insane? There is no way I’m striking you with a light that turns gods to dust."

"But I am immune to it. I don’t believe it will harm me, which is why you should strike as quickly as you can."

Seraphel shook his head immediately. "There is no way in hell I’m doing that," he said, raising his voice. "What if you disappear the moment I strike you, and it’s already too late? Thamiel isn’t even here to check on you, and I can’t properly summon a portal if something goes wrong. I’m useless, and—"

"No. You are not," I said, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling before him. "You are anything but useless. I don’t want you to see yourself that way, because you are so much more than you believe, and I trust you, Seraphel. I trust what you can do." He let out a long sigh but said nothing more. "I will be fine, and even if I am blown apart, don’t you dare blame yourself, and—"

"Shut up," he said, slapping my shoulder playfully. "Don’t ever say something like that again. Nothing is going to happen to you."

I nodded and pulled him into my arms. "Then you have nothing to fear but this." I paused, pointing to my chest. "We have to do something about it. Just strike me on the chest, and if you can’t do it with your eyes open, close them and imagine everything is fine."

Seraphel sighed. "Goodness, I hate you right now for making me do this," he said, stretching his palm forward. "But here goes nothing, and if anything happens to you, I will kill you myself."

"Feisty," I said, winking at him. "I like that."

"Focus, Azriel," he said through gritted teeth, stretching his hand forward.

The glowing golden light appeared at once and struck me hard in the chest.

Seraphel kept his eyes shut tight, just as I had told him, but I could feel his fear through the bond, his hands shaking violently.

I braced for pain, expected the sensation of my body being torn apart, but none of that came. Instead, the light simply entered me, then turned and flowed back into Seraphel’s body, shifting from gold to deep blue as it went.

My eyes widened in shock, as though I had somehow purified it myself.

"Azriel," Seraphel called out, his voice shaking. "Are you... are you dead? If you—"

"Open your eyes," I said with a soft chuckle. "I’m still here."

Slowly, his eyes opened and met mine. He looked down at my chest, then at himself. "The light turned blue?"

I nodded. "Yes, it did. I believe our bond was able to purify it, and now, instead of belonging to Castiel, it belongs to you."

"What does that mean?" Seraphel demanded.

"It means you may have successfully opened your first stage."

"But I don’t feel anything. My masters told me the first stage was supposed to feel..." His words cut off as he fell back onto the bed, the light curling up around him in slow, glowing coils, lifting him gently into the air.

I rushed toward him, my heart hammering, terrified something had gone wrong, but a voice stopped me cold.

"I wouldn’t do that, if I were you. It might put him in shock.’’

It was a familiar voice, one most had long forgotten, but I remembered it clearly. I had heard it only once before, back in Elysium, and it had never left me.

It was the voice of Castiel.

I looked around, trying to find its source, but when I turned back to Seraphel, the light was glowing steadily around him now, and he sat upright in midair, staring at me with a faint smile. His blue eyes had shifted to silver, and his hair had turned the same shade, pale and gleaming.

This was not Seraphel.

"Castiel?"

"Hello, Azriel. Son of Ophaniel."