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A shimmering portal crackled with infernal energies, opening before Mila as I stepped through its hellish gates. Assuming my human form, I embraced the darkness that enveloped me. The void welcomed me with its despairing maw, its energies seeping into my very essence. My eyes burned with a crimson glow, and I adorned myself in demonic armor, my blade of darkness at my side, and my wings stretching behind me.

"Have you come to kill me?" Mila questioned, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and defiance.

A sinister grin twisted my face as I looked upon her. "Kill you? But why would I? I saved your life, and it would be a shame to discard it so easily."

"I refuse to believe... the illusions of a demon. Your foul magic has no hold over me," Mila declared, her determination evident.

I chuckled softly, the sound filled with a dark amusement. "And yet, deep inside, you sense it, don't you? You know that the visions I showed you were the truth. In fact, you were there, although your memories may be locked away. Deep within your heart, you know it's true, however, you can no longer even remember your mother's face."

My words struck a nerve, and Mila's anger flared. She stood, aggravated and ready to attack at a moment's notice. "What are your ties to my mother? What do you know of her? Tell me now!"

"Your mother, her name was Aela," I replied, my voice laced with an air of knowledge and a touch of malice. "You have forgotten it, just as you have forgotten your past. You have been living in a delusional fantasy you call hope."

Mila's eyes widened, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. The mention of her mother's name stirred something deep within her, a dim ember of remembrance threatening to ignite.

"Aela," Mila murmured, her voice barely audible, as if the name carried with it a weight she couldn't comprehend.

I pressed on, my words cutting through the haze of her forgotten memories. "And your father... do you remember who he was?" My tone dripped with a veiled revelation, hinting at a hidden truth waiting to be unraveled.

Mila's brow furrowed, her determination to reclaim her past pushing her deeper into the recesses of her mind. She strained against the fog of uncertainty, desperately seeking the face of her father. But the more she grasped, the more elusive he became, as if his presence in her memories was a fleeting mirage. His name, too, remained a whisper just beyond her reach.

Growing impatient, I felt a surge of urgency to expose the secrets that had been buried within her. "Your mother fell in love with the highest of authorities. The Arch Angel Michael... At the cost of her love, She endured unimaginable abuse, torture, and mutilation at the hands of a man named Lucious. An archbishop of the church who served as the twisted architect of her suffering."

"Lies!" Mila's voice trembled with defiance, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "How can I believe a word from your mouth? My father was a loving man. Don't you dare tarnish his memory."

"The memories you cling to are but fragments, altered to shield you from the truth," I retorted, my voice unyielding. "I was there, witnessing it all unfold, and so were you... Lucious was a vile, deranged individual. You have forgotten these horrors in your pursuit of hope. Let me show you the truth."

Raising my hand, I exerted my control over the ethereal wisps hovering before us. They danced and swirled, coalescing into vivid images that mirrored the past. Scenes of pain and suffering, intermingled with moments of desperation and resilience, unfolded before Mila's eyes.

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Mila stood as a silent observer, her presence within the memories ethereal and detached. She watched with a mix of disbelief and horror as the scenes unfolded before her eyes.

The memories revealed a grim dungeon, its mossy stone bricks hinting at the passage of time. Greenish water trickled through the sewers, adding an eerie ambiance to the already haunting atmosphere.

As Mila's gaze focused on the chamber, she saw her mother, Aela, imprisoned within a cold cell. Aela's frail form bore the marks of prolonged suffering, her spirit almost shattered. Mila's heart ached as she took in the sight of dried tears staining her mother's face, a testament to the anguish she had endured.

Across from Aela's cell, a mound of lifeless elven bodies lay discarded, their forms twisted and arranged in a grotesque tableau. Mila recoiled at the sight, a mixture of revulsion and sorrow coursing through her.

"What is this?" Mila's voice trembled with a blend of fear and confusion as she sought answers within the memories.

"These are the memories I unveil to you, the cruel truth of your father," I replied, my voice heavy with a somber truth. "This is a glimpse into a time before your birth, yet you were present here on this very day."

Mila's eyes widened in disbelief, grappling with the concept of witnessing events that preceded her existence. The weight of the past pressed upon her, urging her to understand her connection to this tragic chapter.

Stepping into the chamber within the memories, a middle-aged man clad in the holy attire of the church emerged. He removed his bishop's hat, setting it aside, and advanced towards Aela's cell. His face twisted into a chilling grin, a dark glint in his eyes revealing the malevolence that lurked within his soul.

Mila's breath caught in her throat, a mix of anger and repulsion surging within her. The realization dawned upon her that this man, this archbishop named Lucious, was the perpetrator behind her mother's torment.

"You're going to have his child soon. I can't wait to take her from you," Lucious taunted, his voice laced with malevolence. Aela met his gaze with defiance, her eyes shining with unwavering strength. But her struggles against the chains that bound her proved futile.

Mila's heart raced as she processed Lucious' words. "His child?" she questioned, her voice trembling with confusion and growing concern.

"He speaks the truth," I interjected, my voice laden with sorrow. "Your mother, Aela, was subjected to a horrific experiment—a union between an elf of royal blood and an angel. It is a twisted irony that beings of light and godly reverence resorted to such abhorrent means for their own selfish gains."

Mila's mind reeled, struggling to grasp the magnitude of what she was being shown. The weight of the revelation threatened to consume her. "An experiment? What is this? What are you showing me?" she pleaded, desperate for answers.

"We are within the past itself," I explained, my voice gentle yet resolute. "The powers of the void grant access to all realms of time. Here, in this moment, you are witnessing the truth. Your mother carried you within her womb, a vessel manipulated by those who sought to create something beyond natural bounds. You, Mila, are an angel."

As the memories continued to unfold, Lucious, consumed by his sadistic desires, seized Aela by her hair, forcing her head back. Aela's strength remained unyielding, her spirit unbroken despite the torment she endured.

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Suddenly, two guards, clad in holy armor, burst into the room, armed with halberds. They were holy knights tasked with overseeing the prisoner.

"Michael has strictly forbidden anyone from entering this room. Leave at once!" one of the guards commanded, his voice filled with authority.

Lucious released his hold on Aela, a smug smile etched across his face. Dusting off his clothes, he spat on the ground before her, reveling in his sadistic display of power.

"You should feel honored," he sneered, making his way towards the exit. The doors closed behind him, leaving Aela alone once more in her chains.

I turned my attention back to Mila, my voice heavy with a painful truth. "The angels desired for your mother to carry you. Through their experimentation, you possess control over holy magic. However, it came at the ultimate cost—your mother's suffering."

Mila stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend the enormity of the revelation. She continued to watch as, before her mother, a shimmering portal materialized. In these memories, the portal took the form of a fiery, magical eye—the eye of the Demon God, in all its sinister glory, gazing down at Aela.

The eye, now aware of Mila's spectral presence within the memories, turned its attention towards her, sensing her existence within the fabric of the memory itself. Its piercing gaze locked onto her, an unnerving sensation that sent shivers down her ethereal form.

"No need to worry," I whispered softly into Mila's ear, my voice a calming reassurance amidst the chaos. "You are safe within this realm of memories. I am here to guide you."

As the eye addressed Aela, its voice carried an air of command and a hunger for power. Aela, trembling, averted her gaze from the eye, her hands betraying her fear.

"Why have you summoned me?" I demanded, my gaze fixated on Aela, searching for answers and solutions.

Aela, her voice quivering, looked up at the eye, her resolve evident despite her fear. "You want my soul..."

I scoffed dismissively; My attention focused on a different prize. "I care not for your soul, you pitiful fool. What I desire from you is the orb. Give it to me."

Aela's eyes widened, a mixture of desperation and determination in her gaze. "You know I cannot. I am the last guardian of the orb. It is my duty to protect it."

Unsatisfied with her response, I pierced her with an accusing glare. "Then why have you summoned me here? Is it to make me witness your pitiful state?"

Aela's voice quivered, her words revealing a hidden motive. "The child I carry, she will serve as a weapon to hinder your might..."

A chilling laughter escaped the eye, my amusement evident, laced with malice. "I will kill her, just as I will slay every other angel that stands in my way."

The mere thought of such destruction caused Aela to recoil in anguish. "No! You cannot."

A wicked smile played upon the eye, taunting Aela with power. "And what will you do to stop me? Your feeble attempts are in vain."

"If you dare harm her, you will NEVER see the orb of the void again," Aela declared, her voice laced with determination and a mother's fierce protectiveness.

Taken aback by Aela's unwavering resolve, I fell into a momentary silence, my fiery gaze fixed on her.

Aela, her heart pounding with desperation, seized the opportunity. "If you truly desire the orb, help me escape. Lead me to a place of safety, away from the clutches of those who seek to use my daughter against you."

I pondered her proposition, weighing the potential benefits against the risks. "So I am to aid in your escape, only for your daughter to grow and wield her weapon against me?"

"If my daughter falls into the hands of the holy knights, that fate is inevitable. But if we escape and find sanctuary, you will have one less adversary to contend with. Isn't that worth the bargain?"

Grappled with the dilemma, I was torn between self-preservation and the allure of acquiring the coveted orb. "What would you have me do? Teleport you out of this place? You know I cannot. The magical barriers and wards within this dungeon are too strong for me to wield such powers."

Aela's eyes gleamed with a flicker of hope. "You can break through those barriers. I know you can. You possess the power to overcome them."

I contemplated her words, my eyes' flaming inferno flickering with intensity as it weighed the risks and rewards. The stakes were high, especially with Aela carrying a child—a life that could be endangered in the escape.

"Even if I could, you are with a child, your offspring might die in the process."

"Do it," Aela said firmly, her voice resolute, her trust in the eye unwavering.

"The lengths I go to save you... I will have you pay with interest for this," I hissed, my voice filled with a venomous promise.

The ground trembled beneath them as the alarms blared in the distance, signaling chaos and imminent danger. Muffled screams and the clash of battle echoed from afar, intensifying the urgency of their situation. Yet, amidst the chaos, I remained patiently before Aela, as if unfazed by the escalating turmoil.

"What did you just do?" Aela's voice quivered with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"It is not your concern,"

As they spoke, a pentagram materialized beneath Aela, disrupting the magical chains that had bound her to the wall for so long. The ancient symbols shimmered with an otherworldly glow, releasing her from her confinement.

Aela's eyes widened, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and apprehension. "The creatures you've summoned to hold them off... they won't last for long. We need to escape," she urged, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.

"So, what's the plan?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on the eye, searching for guidance in this perilous moment.

"For this plan to succeed, I need your offspring to be weakened... Teleporting an angel will be no easy task,"

"Weaken? You don't mean to..." Aela's voice trailed off, her realization dawning upon her.

In response, a ray of hellfire erupted from the eye, black scorching flames that swirled around Aela's form, yet strangely did not harm her. The infernal flames infused with the angelic essence within her, sapping the strength of the baby growing within her womb.

Aela gasped, her hand instinctively protecting her belly, a mixture of pain and determination etched on her face, understanding the potential risks and dangers of the magic I was about to cast.

Without further hesitation, I channeled my dark powers, my flaming gaze fixated on my goal. "Greater Teleportation!"

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Teleporting Aela and her child to an unknown location shrouded in dense thickets of trees, I released them from the infernal energies that bound them.

"You have your pact, witch. Now, do as you are told,"

"The orb... yes, I will retrieve it for you. But I need time,"

Impatience crept into my voice as I questioned her need for more time. "What more time do you require? How long do you intend to make me wait?"

"For as long as it takes for me to ensure the safety of my child," she declared, her voice laced with a fierce protectiveness.

My frustration grew, causing me to retort with a hint of disdain, "This bargain of yours seems less enticing with every passing moment."

Laughing ever so slightly, Aela, looked down at herself.

"A child needs a caring father, is that not what you elves believe?" I questioned, my gaze shifting towards Aela's pregnant belly.

"Would you want to be that father to her?"

My expression hardened as I considered her question. "I am far too busy to deal with you and your child. I can't be bothered to raise a child that is considered my enemy," I responded, my tone firm and detached. "You will have to take care of yourself on your own."

Aela's shoulders slumped slightly, a flicker of disappointment clouding her features.

"In a few days from now," I continued, my gaze fixed upon her, "I will send for one of my remaining acolytes within the region. He will assume the role of fatherhood."

Aela's eyes widened with surprise and curiosity. "What acolyte are you talking about?"

I paused, considering my words carefully before responding, "Within my service, unbeknownst to you, lies a group of humans who have sworn their loyalty directly to me. One of them will be selected to live a facade of a life with you, providing the care and guidance our child will need. "You will do what must be done. Get me the orb. As for your child, should she prove to be a threat, I must take measures to ensure my own safety. I hope you understand."

Aela's expression shifted, a mix of uncertainty and acceptance settling upon her features. She understood the sacrifices that had to be made for the safety and well-being of their child.

"I understand..."