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The chamber emptied slowly, as if the shadows themselves were reluctant to leave Dante's presence. Their chanting faded into a low, lingering hum—like a swarm of insects retreating into the walls. When the last hooded figure slipped through the stone door, silence settled with the weight of grave soil.
Reina didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Didn't breathe too loudly.
She pressed both palms against her small stomach, instinct shielding instinct. Her baby fluttered beneath her ribs like it could feel the fear leaking through her bones.
Dante stood by the chair, the victim's limp form still strapped into it. Blood glistened on the restraints, darkening slowly. Dante wiped his hands with a cloth—slow strokes, deliberate, gentle enough to be horrifying.
The lantern above him swayed again, and for an instant the light flashed across his face.
Not the man she married.
Not anymore.
"Reina," Dante said softly, still facing away from her. "Hiding from me will only make your fear grow teeth."
Her breath cracked.
"I'm not hiding."
He turned.
The lantern flickered.
She wished it hadn't.
His eyes were wrong—too bright, too deep, glowing faintly as though lit from the inside. Something feverish and predatory stirred beneath the surface, like embers shifting under ash.
He walked toward her with slow, measured steps.
Soft.
Purposeful.
Predatory.
Reina tried to keep her voice steady. "Dante… you have to stop this. This isn't divine. This is madness."
He reached her.
Lifted her chin with two fingers.
His voice dipped—smooth, commanding.
"MĂrame, Reina."
(Look at me, Reina.)
She didn't want to, but fear obeyed before will did.
His pupils rippled.
Ripples—like something alive was moving behind them.
Reina's stomach flipped. "Dante… your eyes—they weren't like this before."
"They were," he murmured. "I simply hid them."
His lips curved into a quiet, sinister smile.
"For you."
The shadows behind him stretched upward, unfurling on the wall like twisted wings.
Reina's nails dug into her arms. "What are you?"
He leaned in—so close she could feel heat rolling off him in waves.
"A messenger wears holy robes," he said, lips brushing her ear, "but I wear skin."
Reina's knees wobbled, her breath sharp and ragged.
Dante whispered:
"No huyas de mĂ."
(Don't run from me.)
"I'm afraid of you," she whispered.
He smiled, showing too many teeth.
"Good."
The shadows writhed behind him, echoing his pleasure at her fear.
"You should fear me, little dove. Fear keeps you alive."
She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
"I will protect my baby from you."
Dante's voice dropped into something darker, almost ancient.
"Ese niño me pertenece."
(That child belongs to me.)
Her breath left her in a broken gasp.
"It's my child," she insisted. "Human. Mine."
Dante's expression chilled—not with rage, but with insulted reverence.
"Do not reduce it to humanity," he said softly. "Our child is a promise carved in flesh."
He laid a hand against her stomach.
Heat seared through her skin.
She cried out and jerked away, but his arm shot out, slamming against the wall beside her head. Not touching her—just blocking escape. Dominance without violence. A cage made of presence and shadow.
Dante's voice tightened into command.
"Quédate quieta."
(Stay still.)
His tone crawled over her skin.
Tears gathered and fell as she shook beneath him.
"My sweet Reina…" His voice slithered through her. "…your baby is me."
Her whole body went cold.
Dante cradled her face with both hands—gently, tenderly—yet his touch felt like being held by something coiled and monstrous.
The lantern flickered violently.
A shape spilled out behind him—horned, twisted, stretching unnaturally across the wall.
The chamber's air thickened, almost choking her.
Dante kissed her forehead slowly, burning her skin with a heat that wasn't human.
His voice dropped to a reverent whisper:
"No me desafĂes."
(Do not defy me.)
The shadows shifted.
The chamber breathed.
"The night is hungry," he murmured, "and I have plans for us both."
Something growled—low, ancient—from the darkness behind him.
Reina didn't breathe again until her lungs screamed.
And Dante just smiled.
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