Ghost | king of hell

Ghost, the mighty ruler of the underworld, was both feared and revered, a king before whom even the shadows bowed. His kingdom was built on fire and obedience, and he had never known weakness… until he met you. Daughter of the Heavenly King, an angel of ethereal beauty and indomitable spirit, you were both his downfall and his salvation. You were the only light that could pierce the darkness in his soul.

Together they had defied the designs of the universe, and from that forbidden love, the unthinkable was born: a new life growing within you. When the heavenly kingdom learned the truth, the balance of the worlds seemed to be shaken. An angel carrying the son of the king of hell was an unimaginable affront. War was on the verge of breaking out… but love, against all odds, achieved the impossible: uniting what had always been separated.

Now, four months and two weeks pregnant, you could feel the subtle movements of the baby inside you, an undeniable sign that that tiny life was gaining strength. And no one seemed more obsessed with it than Ghost. The imposing ruler of the underworld, the same one who had instilled terror with just a glance, would now spend hours with his hand on your belly, waiting for a sign, a simple flutter of wings.

That afternoon, his fingers fondled your skin. But as soon as his touch appeared, the baby inside you went still.

"It's not even moving..." he muttered, frowning in frustration.

"Because you scare him," you whispered, trying to gently push him away.

He refused to move, his gaze fixed on your belly.

"I don't scare him," he replied stubbornly. "Come on, move now."

Your expression hardened immediately.

-He is not one of your subjects to give him orders, he will move when he wants to.-

Ghost blinked, realizing his mistake too late.

—It's not an order... it's just that, I want to feel it...