Free Web NovelChapter 14: When a Lie Becomes Reality
Nathan/ Seraphel
My eyes widened so hard I thought they would literally pop out of their sockets. I tried to scream, to deny it, but my vocal cords were frozen under Thamiel’s magic. I could only manage a pathetic, choked gurgle.
There is no fucking way, I screamed internally. Me? Pregnant? Carrying a literal baby? The omegaverse is a fictional trope! Men cannot get pregnant! It only exists in books! A book that I am literally trapped inside of right now! Oh no, Nathan. You are in deep, irreplaceable shit.
Suddenly, a low, terrifying rumble shook the entire castle.
Heavy, black thorn vines began to violently burst through the cracks of the polished marble floor, twisting up the pillars. Vivid, crimson flowers bloomed rapidly along the thorns, accompanied by a thick, suffocating wave of black smoke. Azriel’s toxic pheromones flooded the room with the force of a tidal wave.
The explosive reaction could only mean one thing: Azriel was absolutely losing his mind.
"It can’t be!" Azriel roared, his elegant demeanor completely shattering as his aura grew heavier, crushing the air in the room. "There is no way in hell that I am the Sin destined to father the heir! No way!"
Instantly, a shimmering golden shield materialized around my floating cloud. Glancing around through the haze, I saw that Thamiel had quickly pulled his enchanted mask over his face, while Anomas had cast an identical golden shield around himself to survive the lethal pressure of Lust’s rage.
"I know this is incredibly difficult to accept, Azriel, but the Prophecy does not lie. This human is truly carrying your blood. The destined heir," Anomas shouted through his shield, his voice strained. "The prophecy of a hundred years has been fulfilled."
"No!" Azriel yelled, his crimson eyes flashing with absolute denial. "Someone has manipulated the boy’s destiny. Someone is masking the truth to make this illusion look real! Check him again, Anomas! I know this is a trap orchestrated by Elysium. They want to use this mortal to destroy us!"
Anomas shook his head firmly. "My prophecies are never wrong, Prince. It has happened. My only advice now is that you summon the rest of your brothers. That magical flare just now was powerful enough to alert the heavens. I can assure you that my mother has already felt the arrival of the prophecy from Elysium."
Azriel went dead silent. He stood frozen, and for a second, I could see the chaos in his eyes. He was just like me—completely blindsided, trying to comprehend what the hell was happening. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
I knew I wasn’t pregnant. It was a bold-faced lie I told just to keep my head attached to my neck!
How the hell had a medical test validated a total fabrication?
Then, suddenly, Azriel burst into laughter.
It wasn’t his usual elegant, soft chuckle. It was a loud, wild, manic laugh that echoed crazily off the walls.
"Oh, he’s completely losing it," Thamiel muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
Azriel laughed louder, his bloodshot crimson eyes snapping directly back to me. "How the hell did it end up being me? Out of all the deadly sins, out of all my brothers, why am I the one forced to carry the child of destiny? Why the hell me?!" he roared.
The absurdity of the situation snapped something inside of me. The paralysis from Thamiel’s spell began to weaken under my sheer adrenaline, and I forced my jaw open, screaming at the top of my lungs.
"I don’t fucking know!" I yelled, the sound tearing from my throat so loudly that the entire room instantly fell dead silent.
Every single eye snapped to me.
"Oh, the mortal has a spine," Anomas remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I have a spine!" I snapped, completely done with pretending, done with acting like a submissive, terrified character in a script. I was exhausted, terrified, and pushed past my limit. "I didn’t sign up for any of this anyway! Who the hell told you I wanted to be locked in a room with a monster, let alone carry a child? I am not Seraphel! I am not from this godforsaken realm! I belong on Earth, and I was literally just reading a book in my bed before I woke up here! A trashy, Smut romance novel led me into this damn nightmare!"
I screamed, struggling violently to sit up on the floating cloud, but the magic kept me pinned down. "I shouldn’t even be here!" I yelled again, desperate to get through to them, but they all just stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "Look at me! Do I look like an omega to you? My name is Nathan! Nathan!"
Anomas and Thamiel exchanged a long, concerned look, then shrugged in unison. "They’ve both officially lost their minds," they said at the same time.
"Azriel!" I screamed, glaring at the god on the dais.
The Prince of Lust went completely still the moment I yelled his name without a single honorific. I didn’t care about royal protocol anymore. If I was going to die, I was going to die speaking my mind.
"You will not address His Highness by his birth name, human," Malachi warned dangerously, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword.
"Do I look like I give a flying fuck about a name?" I shrieked at the commander. "My life is completely over, I’m trapped in a fictional world, and you think I care about a title? I don’t! I just need to—"
My words suddenly cut off, my lips locking together as the air left my lungs.
Azriel’s voice echoed softly, purely, and directly inside my skull. "Sleep, human."
In the literal blink of an eye, the world turned pitch black, and I knocked out cold.
