[Music recommendation: The Encounter · ABBOTT]
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"Ahhh my daughter!! No!" The agonised wails of her parents pierced the air.
Others recoiled in horror, gasping and stumbling away from the gruesome sight.
Bellarios reared back and unleashed a thunderous roar that rattled the windows of the mansion, choking every last scream out of the courtyard, and absolute silence fell over.
A short distance away, Seraphine Piersmont, heavy with child, stared at the carnage without flinching. Theron quickly stepped behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders to turn her away. "Do not look, my love," he whispered gently.
Yet Seraphine stayed frozen, placing a gentle hand over her round belly. A soft murmur escaped her lips. "I think... he likes it."
Seraphine looked up to catch her husband's disbelieving eyes.
Together, they looked down at her belly, wondering if their future son was destined to be a wild, dangerous force.
Little did they know just how accurate they were.
