36: Father
For many years he'd served Hell, the Pinned One had assumed he'd been incapable of siring offspring. With neither Cenobite females or - yes - indeed human females. He thought himself to be completely sterile, his seed hollow and unable to take hold, to ripen into firm fruit.
But how wrong he had been.
His chance encounter with Kirsty Cotton had led to the submission of their bodies and souls through the act of intercourse. His cold flesh melded perfectly together with hers as if both molded and created for each other. Their souls connected as one. It was apart of the deal, she had claimed. But it didn't stop her from enjoying it, didn't stop her gasps and screams of pleasure from tolling throughout the Labyrinth. He was all too aware his seed had rushed inside of her, but knew full well it could never take a hold.
The next time he saw her fully, it followed on from the death of her greedy husband. Months had passed since their passionate encounter, from their sinful deal. The moment he was in her presence, his probing onyx eyes were soon drawn to the bulge in her abdomen pushing against her flowing night gown.
Both neither said a word, but each knew that the heavy mound of her stomach was his doing, that the child inside of her was to be his heir or heiress, and that for the first time in over a century the Prince of Hell was going to be a father...