Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 2: Seraphel

Nathan

This couldn’t be real. There was no way I had transmigrated inside a book, but the heavy metallic scent of fresh blood and ozone proved otherwise.

And he was real. The prince of lust that I have been obsessed with for years was real.

Prince Azriel was right in front of me seated upon his obsidian throne, his silver hair cascading over his broad shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight, his posture entirely relaxed despite the feral, bleeding crimson of his eyes. He didn’t look like a man in the throes of a maddening rut; he looked like a god patiently waiting for his subjects to offer up their souls.

"Bring them," Azriel murmured.

His voice was terrifyingly soft, a low, melodic purr that nonetheless echoed with absolute authority through the cavernous space just as described in the book.

A line of trembling omegas, heavily draped in sheer silks and scented with suppressants that were completely useless against an Alpha of his caliber, was pushed forward by the armored royal guards.

One by one, they were brought before the dais.

Azriel didn’t move an inch. He merely tilted his head, his nostrils flaring slightly as he utilized his Pheromone Dominance to dissect their very essence from a distance.

I knew that because I had read everything about his powers.

Azriel leaned back, a look of profound boredom passing over his flawlessly beautiful features. "They are all too Weak. Too fragile. They will break before the night even begins."

Down at the very end of the line, kneeling on the cold stone floor, I was having a full-blown existential crisis.

Oh, holy shit. Oh, fuck me. This is real. This is actually happening, my mind screamed, my modern college-student brain firing in a frantic, disorganized panic. I’m in the book. I am literally inside the body of Seraphel because he was the only face I couldn’t see among the omegas and the most useless of them all.

Then the horrifying realization finally slammed into me.

These omegas were not concubines.

They were breeders.

Sacrificial breeders.

My stomach twisted violently.

In the original novel, the Kingdom of Lust routinely gathered low-ranking omegas and offered them to Prince Azriel during his ruts in desperate hopes that one of them might survive long enough to conceive an heir capable of breaking the divine curse binding the Seven Deadly Sins.

None of them ever did.

Most died from spiritual collapse before sunrise.

The lucky ones only lost their minds.

And Seraphel?

Seraphel had been one of the disposable offerings sent here to die.

The Seraphel who gets his spine snapped or his mind wiped in the very first arc because he’s nothing but a disposable plot device used to show how monstrous the male lead truly is.

Think, Nathan, think! You read this entire franchise three times. How does Seraphel die? He gets claimed, his core collapses because Azriel’s spiritual energy is too high, and then he’s thrown out like literal trash. I am not dying in a fantasy orgy! I have a life! I have a laptop history to delete! I need to get the hell out of this palace right now!

My inner monologue was like I was having a war with myself as I calculated how to escape from here. I was projecting my thoughts so loudly in my own mind that they were practically vibrating through the room.

And I totally forgot that the man on the throne was reading every one of my thoughts.

Desire Perception —that was one of Azriel’s abilities. It was an ability that didn’t just sense physical cravings, but peeled back the layers of a person’s consciousness to expose their deepest secrets, fears, and untamed thoughts.

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On the obsidian throne, Azriel’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

A subtle, sharp glint of amusement replaced the boredom in his gaze. He had spent centuries listening to the minds of omegas—they all thought of the same things: fear, submission, a desperate desire to please him, or a terrified prayer for mercy.

But me? This strange, dark-haired omega at the end of the line was thinking about... a ’laptop’? A ’plot device’? An ’orgy’?

Most fascinating of all, I wasn’t thinking about submitting. I was actively planning a prison break.

And as his eyes landed on me, I knew that he had read my thoughts.

Before Azriel could even contemplate the bizarre nature of these thoughts, the guards grabbed the arm of the omega standing right in front of me, dragging the weeping boy toward the dais.

Seeing the distraction, I didn’t hesitate. My survival instincts overrode every single rule of royal protocol in the kingdom of Katula.

I would rather die than let Azriel take me. It was only interesting in the books, not when I was facing the real monster.

I scrambled to my feet, turned on my heel, and bolted straight toward the heavy iron doors.

"Hey! Stop him!" A guard roared, his armor clanking as he lunged forward.

But I was already running.

Run, run, run! If I can just get past the gates, I can figure out the magic system later!

In every transmigration story, there was always a system, and I was waiting for one to appear at any moment from now.

I had thought that Azriel would react immediately, but he did nothing.

When I turned for a moment to look at him, he remained relaxed on his seat and only smirked. Then, slowly, he whispered using his Celestial Voice, another ability of his: "Stop."

The single word wasn’t loud, but it carried the weight of a collapsing mountain. The spiritual influence struck my nervous system like a physical blow.