Three months had passed since that fateful night in the forest. The world around them had changed, Persephone's life forever altered by the choices they had made together. She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow as she gazed down at her swollen belly, feeling a tiny kick inside. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she placed a hand over the curve of her stomach.

"I promise to love you and protect you," she whispered to the life growing within her. "

You would be raised in a loving home, surrounded by people who cared for you and cherished your existence. But most importantly, you would know the truth about where you came from, about how special it was that you were born of such an unlikely union. And as you grew older, if ever you should find yourself drawn to the mysterious forces that flowed through Persephone's veins, she would teach you everything she knew, help guide you on your own journey toward self-discovery.

Aranea's eyes narrow as she recognizes who it is. She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Are you really the one I was sent here to destroy?" she asks, her voice low and dangerous. "Then I will make sure you regret it." With another growl, Aranea rises up on all fours, her clawed hands reaching towards you. The room begins to shake violently as Aranea's grip tightens around your neck, her lips close together into a grimacing smirk.

Lord/Lady of THORM-E, it has been many years since I have seen you again...