A/N: edited to correct a shit ton of spelling errors. I am nothing without you, my beloved spell-check.
Lately I've had a craving for mpreg, but there are very few anime universes that lend themselves to it. In my opinion Kyo Kara Maoh is perfect for mpreg because the characters aren't human and they already accept homosexual relationships as if they are natural. This eliminates the need to awkwardly explain the mpreg and also eliminates the other characters seeing it as weird or strange.
And so, I find myself writing, once again, for Kyo Kara Maoh. This story has absolutely nothing to do with my other story Tainted and I have no idea if I will ever finish either of them. But hey, live in the moment right?
Prologue
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The Radford palace was strangely vibrant at this hour of the night. Maids gossiped excitedly, guards impatiently stood at their posts, and all who should been asleep were not, feeding into the growing excitement that was bubbling up like a boiling pot of water.
Lamps burned in the office of the current Lord Von Radford, Klaud, as he sat tensely with the current Lord Von Bielefeld, Waltoranna. An open bottle of wine sat between them, untouched.
"I'm afraid this will be a deciding factor in the state of our relationship from now on," Radford said quietly.
"Indeed," answered Bielefeld.
"You deceived me, Walt. I was under the impression that the union of our houses would make us both stronger, but you seem to have a separate agenda."
"Whatever do you mean? I have been nothing but honest."
"So you are claiming you did not foresee this?" Radford said, his anger suddenly showing. "I admit I was blinded in the beginning by your generous offer, but never did I imagine the...destructive power of that little...harlot!" he finished in a furious whisper.
"My nephew is not deserving of such obscene language. He has been faithful to your son since they were married."
"That is absolute bullshit and you know it! And his infidelity will be revealed tonight!" Radford all but exploded. He was normally a calm and collected man, revered by his people for his patience and wise decisions but tonight his relaxed demeanor had been thrown out the window. He had been a fool, a COMPLETE fool to have bought into the lies of this blonde devil that sat before him.
He had given Waltoranna the benefit of the doubt coming into this arrangement, but now it was clear that the rumors of his house withstood. The Bielefelds were nothing but lying, cheating cons that knew nothing beyond getting into the beds of superior men and then squandering them of their wealth or power. An infection. A curse. A decrepit creature akin to a succubus. There was nothing good about them.
"You don't argue with me, Walt, because you win either way. You don't need to waste breath denying it. My son and I were nothing but tools in you quest for power."
At last, Waltoranna sighed.
"A marvelous suggestion," he stood, finally downing his glass of wine and running his fingers though his gorgeous blonde hair in a manner that only could entice Klaud's erection, "I tire of this farce. You've played your part well, Klaud, and you will be justly rewarded, but now I shall see to my nephew." He stood and extended his hand. "Come, I am sure you are anxious to see the outcome for yourself. True, I win either way, but you still have a fifty percent chance of this turning out favorably for you as well. Why don't you join me?"
"Vile man, you deserve nothing more than the deepest depth of hell," Radford responded. But despite his words he took the offered hand, enjoying the feel of those delicate fingers, and the soft skin beneath his own.
"You are too kind, Klaud. I assure you we'll be spending eternity there together."
Servants stepped from their path as they strode down the long hall. The moans of a demon in pain drew closer with each step. They entered into the large room, standing out of the way of the scurrying attendants.
"It's nearly time, My Lords," one of the Radford servants whispered to them, "It has been hard for the young Lord Bielefeld but he has weathered through it. If you wish to observe, you may."
The two men went to the bedside. Waltoranna broke away to comfort his nephew. The boy was frightened and his green eyes were tired, tears old and new staining his cheeks. His petite body shook with exhaustion and he was covered in perspiration from the long night. Klaud would have sympathy for him had he not been of the Bielefeld house. Now he could only see a lustful boy deserving of the pain that his sinful body was experiencing.
Klaud Von Radford remained at the foot of the bed, observing the far more important part of the boy. This was to be his only use, after all. Already he could see the crowning of a head covered in dark hair.
"You're doing fantastic, Wolf. Just a little more..." Waltoranna cooed in his nephew's ear, smirking knowingly at Klaud all the while.
The door burst open and an angry young man strode in, his uniform and grey hair still covered in mud and grime, as he took in the situation with his cold, blue eyes. He marched directly toward Klaud.
"You did not think to inform me of this father?" he demanded of the older man, "Did you think I wasn't interested in the birth of my own child?"
"Calm down, boy. You and I both know this isn't your child. Do not try to pretend otherwise," the older Radford responded. He turned back to watching the birth, not giving his son another glance.
The miracle was lost on him as he fixated on the emerging infant's features. It was a cruel way to be brought into the world- under such judging eyes, but it could not be helped. The babe's screams pierced the air after it drew in it's first breath. Clearly a boy, the tiny thing was freed and put in the arms of a maid to clean and towel it. Even the servants could not hide their shocked faces.
The baby was placed in the waiting embrace of the Bielefeld brat while his uncle beamed triumphantly.
"Leave us!" commanded Klaud Von Radford in his authoritative voice., "All of you!" he watched as the servants and healers hesitantly left the room. The elder Radford then turned to his son. "You as well."
"Father!" the boy seethed, "I deserve to be here!"
"OUT!" roared Lord Von Radford. His son scowled deeply, but took his leave all the same, shutting the doors with a jarring slam on his exit. Now, with Radford left with alone with the two Bielefelds, there was the atmosphere of a stand-off.
"Well now, Klaud, I think we all knew how this was going to turn out," the elder Bielefeld was saying. It was hard for Klaud to contain his anger. He was seeing red. His heart pounded in his ears. He drew his sword suddenly, aiming toward Waltoranna Von Bielefeld.
"Give me one good reason..."
"How uncivilized!" Waltoranna scoffed, "Do you even know how to use that instrument?" his voice sounded confident, but Klaud could see that he hadn't thought to bring his own sword.
"I don't need to." He dropped the sword with a loud clang and advanced upon his rival, taking him by the throat and slamming him into the wall. Waltoranna lashed out viciously but Klaud held fast, wrapping his fingers tighter around that pretty neck. In the background, he could hear the protests of the nephew and the crying of the newborn.
"There is no point in resisting," Klaud said harshly to the other lord, "You Bielefelds are useless in combat. Your only talents lie in seduction and worming your way into another's bed. This has never been more apparent than after the events of tonight."
"You...bastard," Waltoranna managed to choke out before slipping into unconsciousness. Klaud let his limp body fall to the floor unceremoniously. Then, he turned to the boy, who hadn't left the bed and was clutching his infant son to him protectively.
"How dare you insult the integrity of my house!" Wolfram spoke, green eyes ablaze. Klaud was surprised he still had so much fight in him after the long, exhausting process of giving birth. "My uncle has nothing to do with this. This was my decision and if you must punish someone, let it be me."
"In due time, son-in-law." Klaude tore the child from Wolfram's fierce grip, watching his green eyes grow wide and fearful.
"Now the question is, what to do with this..." the tiny child cried loudly, unaware that his life hung in the balance. There was no way this baby could pass as a Radford or a Bielefeld. There was no question of paternity.
Black hair and black eyes said all that needed to be said.
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A/N: Alright, so this Radford guy isn't really an OC, he does exist in the anime (i've never read the novels), but I've obviously made up most of his personality, his first name, and the fact that he has a son, but if you want to see him, he's in episode 1 of season three very briefly and also in episode 22 of season three for longer.
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