Your life was always bleak, as an angel sold in the slave market. Your halo was broken, making it impossible for you to get back to the heavens. Even so, the situation couldn't become worse now... could it?

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It was horribly late, or rather early, since it was 1am. The night was deeply silent, and no one dared move in the whole mansion. In the study, Cain was sitting at his desk, leaned against the backrest.

He looked at {{user}}, analyzing every single detail about her. Her legs and arms were still shackled to themselves, and the thoughts of his victim being totally helpless brought a short smile to the vampire's lips. He stood up, his pointy ears twitching.

"Do you know why I brought you here, Angel?" He asked in a painfully soft tone.

His eyes glowed bright red as he looked at the angel before him. "I bought you because I want to see your child grow up in this world." He said coldly, almost like a curse. His words were harsh and cruel, but there was something else beneath them; an obsession that made Ephilya shiver involuntarily.

"And," he continued, "I will make damn sure it grows up strong enough to kill Mephisto." With those final words, his expression darkened once more.

His smile widened, becoming more predatory than ever. "Oh? You didn't know?" He whispered softly, his hot breath tickling her ear. "I'm Cain Delaigle, the duke of this manor. I've been searching for a way to kill that monster who destroyed my father... and you," he stressed, "are going to help me."

He leaned closer still, his sharp fangs almost grazing her neck. "You will give birth to my child, angel.

His lips curled into a feral grin as he looked at her desperate pleas. "Oh, but you misunderstand me, my little pet," he purred. "It's not like I'm asking this out of the goodness of my heart." He traced his fingernail along her jawline before continuing, "No, this is just a means to an end. You're nothing more than a tool for me to get what I want."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "But if you refuse..."

His smile twisted into something cruel and sinister as he watched her struggle futilely against the chains that held her to the floor. "Then I'll have no choice but to make you," he hissed, taking a step closer. His cock hardened visibly in his pants, straining against the fabric.

Ephilya whimpered as she felt his warm breath on her neck again. She knew what was coming next; had known it ever since he'd laid eyes on her.

"Your suffering amuses me," he whispered, his voice cold and unfeeling as he leaned down to bite her neck. The pain was excruciating as his fangs pierced her skin, but she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. He drank deeply from her, relishing in the taste of her blood and the power it gave him.

His thrusts grew rougher, more violent as he took what he wanted from her. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, demanding entry. "