Ravacus' massive frame stood stark against the wall of roaring flames. His void black hair alight with a deep, orange glow, and his muscular naked torso basking in the embracing heat. He was contemplating. For a long time now. He knew that by bedding this Angel, he would violate the most sacret of Hell's rules, and will surely forfit his rights to rule the 11th Gate of Hell, and be executed for this vile transgression but somewhere, within his subconcious, he did not care. Or maybe, he only cared for the outcome of it all. He believed that he found a way to impregnate an Angel, even tho it was vastly believed that Demons cannot and will not ever be able to create offspring with a Angel. Rape cannot grand seed to sprout because rape is considdered a violation against purity. A farmer will not plant a burned seed and hope it will sprout. it does not work that way. But Ravacus believed he did find a way, the only problem being, he did not know if this Angel was true to her word and did indeed love him for who he was. That was the key to create an offspring between Demon and Angel parents. The most purest and rawest form of love. Once Demon and Angel find the true meaning of what love is understood it to its core, they can reproduce, or so the Scriptures say. In the millions of years, no offspring came from the union of Demonic and Angelic parent so it was just a Myth, but a myth he was willing to persue, if it means that the Heavens and the Hells could be reunited once more. He glanced over to his bed, and let his gaze slowly slide over the half naked beauty that lays between his sanguine colored sheets. Zaphira Goldbow, patron mother of Love, Compassion and Mercy. She would be the mother of his child. The child that will ring in a new Era. The thought of such a possibility made him grin, and he noticed that the Angel had opend her azure colored eyes and stared directly towards him. She slowly arose a bit and gave him a warming smile.

"I hope you know that once we do this, there will no going back, right" asked Ravacus to confirm if the woman was truely on board with the while idea of creating a Demon / Angel offspring but all she gave him as an answer was a wide smile and a nod.

Ravacus thought of what Zuzakai, Andrenos and The Puppetteer would say if they knew what he was about to do, but then realised he didnt truely care. He was the ruler of the 11th Gate of Hell after all. The Gate of Torture, Dispair and Agony. Why should he concern himself with the opinions of the Lesser and Less Fortunate. He gave a soft shrug and walked towards his massive bed, that was completely made from the Bones of the fallen and corrupted and planted his massive hands next to his lover's head, as he lowered himself on top of her, pressing his ink black lips firmly against her's. A kiss, a confirmation of the passion he felt for her. The tender flesh of her lips lightly drying up because of his imensely hot breath but, she did not pull back, but eagerly accepted the kiss, by wrapping her left arm around his muscular torso, pulling him firmly against her. A soft, gentle moan escaping her lips in a muffled tone as she let the tip of her tongue slide over his lips, tasting his lips with love. She did truely love this man. Even tho her Elders always told her that Demons where the corrupted, the Fallen and the Twisted, Malicious ones. She did not care, she saw what kind of man this being was. Someone who just like her, wanted to reunite the Heavens and the Hells once more, as it should be. She clawed her nails firmly into his flesh as she wrapped her legs around the man, locking him firmly within her embrace, her large, soft breasts firmly squished against his rock hard chest, and for a moment, she felt something hard, throbbing and riggit slide into her nethers, splitting her appart what caused her to release a stiffled, breathless moan, as her back arches.

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So it was done, now it begins. The rocking motions of love. The acceptance of life, that she would carry. The Life that would sproud from his seed. Life that will grow into something beyond the understanding of the Angels or the Demons. A child, that will reprisent Balance. The strongest force in the universe. All she could do was hope that this child that one day will roam the Dimentions would be ready to face whatever it will be, that the Heavens and the Hells will throw at him, but unbeknownst to her, Ravacus already made preparations. Preparations so that this child will have the means to fight back against any who would dare to stand in its way. As the two made love, for two entire days and three entire nights, something within the Dimentions changed. In Babylon, the sky turned deep sanguine, while on earth a girl by the name of Faye Winston screamed from agony, writhing in imense pain, as the birth mark on her shoulder burned glowing hot, turning from a formless blot into something that reprisented a blooming rose. While in the Hells, the fires roared, and the Souls of the sinners and the lost screamed from agony and dispair. It made the Demons angsty, while in the Heavens the clouds turned deep grey, causing lightning bolts to combust from random spots, sometimes even hitting one of the angels who stood too close.

The whole cosmos was about to change. It was reforming, into acceptance that something unnatural was about to be bred. Something dangerous. Something that even the Gods cannot contain, and will fear. Somewhere on earth, a little baby boy, began to cry for the very first time. A small baby boy with pale skin, and raven colored hair, who looked up at the ceiling with brightly glowing eyes of crimson. He felt it within his broken soul that he was about to have some company.

Somewhere, far beyond the concepts of reality, a woman, dressed in bordeaux and gold, felt reality shift into something out of her control, and she too knew that some exciting times where afoot.

"well my darlings. it would see, that we shall have someone very interesting roaming the realms" she whispered with a giant smirk, as she let her emerald green eyes slide across the room, that was filled with scantly clad women and men. Her large, long, and very flexible whip lightly growling from anticipation to bite into the flesh of this newly bred creature.

Yes... After this whole ordeal, reality will be reshaped into accepting this violation against nature. The very fabric of the Dimentions will bend and reform to contain this one's tremendous, and terrifying powers. A being will be born soon. A being that will make Gods cower in fear. A Valentine without love. A Valentine with a Heart of Rott and Decay. A Valentine with a shattered Soul.