He watched his unwilling wife squirm, her hand on her round stomach. She shot him yet another glare, and he returned it easily.
"I hate you," she growled again for the fifteenth time that night.
"As I hate you, you disgusting wench," he snarled back. "When are you birthing my heir?"
"Whenever he's ready," she snapped. Ghetsis grabbed her wrist and twisted in roughly. She whimpered, but glared solidly at him.
"No," he snarled, slapping her with his other hand. "You will deliver him tonight, or I will slice you open and pull him out myself. Your life does not concern me, Mollie."
"And yet his does?" she asked, horrified. "What in Arceus's name do you want from him, Ghetsis? He's a baby!"
"He's a mere requirement. My stepping stone to world domination," he stated. "And you WILL give him to me, wench."
"You're a sick bastard!" Mollie squeaked. "That's- that's all our son is to you? A requirement? What are you going to do to him when he's-"she stopped herself then, and tears welled up in her green eyes as the truth finally hit her. "-NO."
"Yes. After MY son has fulfilled his purpose, he will be disposed of. Do I make myself clear?" he shoved her away then, sending the pregnant woman flying against the wall and storming off.
Satoshi sat at his desk, re-reading his book on Unova's myths. As Ghetsis entered, he spoke.
"So, it has come to this."
"Yes." Ghetsis sat next to his father, hands in his robe pockets.
"You must raise your son right, Ghetsis. We need him to be controllable. Unresisting. We cannot fail now that we're so close to our goal." Satoshi cautioned. "And you must be kind to the boy, too. Never let him see this side of you. It would make him question what you've told him."
"Of course, father. It's a shame how you won't be here to see him, though." Ghetsis tackled Satoshi suddenly, and shoved the pills down his throat without a second thought. The older man squirmed, caught off guard; and tried to spit out the pills. Ghetsis slammed his hand on his father's mouth, waiting until he heard the swallows in the silence.
"Goodbye, father. I'll miss your advice, but rest assured. I'll continue your plan."
"My lord, it has begun!" a Team Plasma grunt ran to him eagerly as he strolled down the hall. "The Sages have seen the future!"
"And what have they seen?" demanded Ghetsis.
"They didn't tell me. They said your presence is required upstairs."
"Excellent." Ghetsis climbed the stairs at a rapid rate until he saw his Sages waiting for him.
"My lord," they all greeted him with a bow.
"Gentlemen. What do you have for me?" he inquired.
"We have seen your son, N, on the back of the Deep Black Pokémon, Zekrom. His hand is triumphantly in the air as he faces a woman. But this woman is on the back of the Vast White Pokémon, Reshriam!" they intoned at the exact same time.
"WHAT?" Ghetsis barked. "Who is the wench?"
"She is the other chosen one, my lord. Reshriam will choose her to battle for Unova against N. Her name, as far as we can see, is Whitlea. Whitlea from Nuvema Town."
"That town with the pesky professors?"
"The very same, my lord Ghetsis. But, that is not all. Whitlea will play an important role in N's life." the Sages squirmed uneasily then.
"What role might that be, apart from rival?" he questioned urgently.
"...She will be his true love." Ghetsis laughed then, a sickeningly evil laugh that echoed around the room.
"Excellent," he declared. He now had two devices in his hand. "Victory is certain, then."
"My Lord!" the same grunt from before raced into the room. "Your Queen is in labour!"
"I'll be downstairs in a minute," Ghetsis informed the Grunt calmly.
"No, my lord. She is bleeding badly! The goddesses think we may lose her and the baby!"
"WHAT?" he bellowed, pushing the Grunt aside. "THIS CANNOT HAPPEN!"
Mollie lay weakly on her bed, screaming as she pushed. Ghetsis watched from afar, offering no support with the contemptuous expression on his face. The only fear he had was for his son dying, causing an instant failure to his master plan.
"One more, push, Mollie!" the goddesses said enthusiastically. "He's nearly here!" there was another scream, and then the sound of a baby crying.
"Congratulations! Your son lives!" Ghetsis watched as the Goddesses sat her upright and handed her their- his- son. Mollie looked into his face with wonder etched on her own.
"He's perfect," she whispered happily. "My son. My Nathaniel."
"Leave us for a moment?" requested Ghetsis to the cooing goddesses.
"Of course, my lord. My lady." the two strolled out of the room solemnly. Mollie looked up, terrified.
"No," she choked. "No, you're not killing my son!" Ghetsis smiled coldly at her.
"Oh, no, I'm not killing him yet. I can promise you that. You, on the other hand, have no worth to me now. Your role has ended." he produced the silver knife and twirled it idly.
"Ghetsis... please," Mollie pleaded. Her lovely young face was full of fear. "Kill me if you must, but please, spare Nathaniel's." he chuckled then, and moved closer to his wife.
"His name is N, your ridiculous wench," he whispered as he slid the knife between her legs and muffled her screams with his hand. As she slowly went still, Ghetsis removed his knife and surveyed it with disgust before dropping it unceremoniously out of the ten story window. His son, whimpering the whole time, began to cry. Ghetsis lifted him out of the dead woman's arms, and glanced at him. The boy had his hair and eyes. Perfect.
"You better not fail me, N," he hissed at the baby as the goddesses walked back in, screaming as they saw the dead queen.
So, this is how I think N's mother was found and died. I also think this is why Ghetsis seemed to know who White was when he first saw her. Did I get his character right?