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Black Birth Chapter 15

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Pluto closed the portal as soon as Rago and Dynamis were thought, once again they arrived in the same dimly lite, circular room.

"Please stay here while I go get Cycnus." He bowed to the black son before disappearing into the shadows. Red eyes scanned the area, his eyes narrowed.

He hated this place, he always had.

Glancing down Rago smiled and his eyes softened.

Long grey eyelashes laid gentle on tan cheeks, black lips slightly parted for breath, he looked as beautiful as ever.

"Master Rago?" A deep voice asked in confusion. "Is that really you?" Blinking Rago turned around to see a bald, dark skinned male with navy blue tattoos, his shark teeth showing as he smirked. The blackette nodded at the black, a matching smirk lining his lips.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Herschel?" The servant gave a nod before bowing in respect, Rago smiled.

Herschel looked almost exactly the same as the day he left, except for him being taller.

"I can't believe it's really you! I mean I heard the rumors but I didn't think they were true!"

"Master Rago, you called for me?" The black son recognized that voice instantly, he turned to look at the owner of that voice but was shocked at what he found. Cycnus stood about three feet away from Rago but, that wasn't the surprising part.

The cream's once shoulder length hair now cascaded down his back, all the way to his waist, his bangs were just a tad bit longer.

"Master?" Shaking his head the black son took a deep breath, it was going to be a long while before he got used to all the changes that time had brought.

"Yes, I did," Rago said keeping his composer. "I'm going to be talking to my father soon. I want you to watch over Dynamis while I do." Caramel blinked before they looked down in the demigod's arms, he gasped and smiled.

"Alright," Cycnus said gently bowing. "Please follow me." And so he did. Rago followed the cream down the hall to a room near his father's throne room, the servant opened the chocolate brown door. "Please come in." The younger said politely, bowing again as the other walked in.

Red eyes scanned the room, it didn't look harmful.

Stalking over to the brown covered bed Rago laid his lover down, blanketing him with the cocoa colored sheets. "Sweet dreams love." He cooed kissing Dynamis' tan forehead.

"Don't wake him," The blackette said turning back to face Cycnus. "He hasn't been sleeping very well lately and he needs his rest and, if he starts to screams in pain, find me as quickly as possible."

"Yes master." The creamette replied with a bow.

"Good." The black son said before exiting the room and closing the door. He glanced back at it and sighed, heading for his father's place. While he did he pondered about something, it bothered him to no end. Why were his servants so damn polite?!

'Last time I had seen them their attitudes were completely different! Pluto was a secretive asshole, Cycnus was kind and honest, Herschel was cool and collective and Keyser... Don't even get me started!'

That burned him up!

They had been perfectly fine before he left and then he came back and... This happened. A growled escaped his throat a he ventured closer to his destination, his damned dad must have done it. Looking over he around Rago growled at the decor and colors of the halls, he really hated it here. All these dark colors, musty rooms and candle light was practically suffocating him.

He hated Hades.

Coming up to the entrance to his father's throne room he stopped, took a deep breath and entered. The room was cold and dark, just like the lord's heart.

"Father?" Rago asked adding an extra helping of coldness to the room.

"Ah, my son," A deep voice rang out, suddenly the once unlit candles in the room took flame, lighting the room. There, in the middle of the room, sat his father Hades. Stalking forward Rago walked up to him, his eyes cold and full of hatred. "It is good to see you, how have you been? Is your mate doing well?" Rago sighed.

"He's doing fine, I am as well. So, what do you want to talk about that is so 'important'?" He watched as his father slumped in his throne slightly, the older rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

"It is about... Well... It is about your heir... To the throne to rule Hades..." Pupiled red eyes went wide with shock.

"T-The heir to the rule of H-Hades?!" Hades gave a small nod.

"Yes," The god said getting up from his seat and walked over to where his son was standing, he placed his hands on the male's shoulders. "My son YOU are my heir. You will take the responsibility of ruling Hades if anything were to happen to me!" The two stared into each other' eyes, reading the others emotions. Hades' held one of fear and Rago's held one of both shock and confusion. The black son pushed the god away.

"NO!" He barked, his fists clenched. "I don't want that!"

Hades stumbled at the amount of force, his eyes wide with shock and surprise.

"What!? B-But, why?! Isn't this what you wanted!?" His deep voice was flooded in pleads and begging, Rago raised an eyebrow.

"Want?" He asked. "What are you talking about? I never wanted any of that. Where in the hell did you get that from?"

"When you were a child!" The father said with a pleading tone. "You would always tell your caretakers that you wanted to be just like me went you grew up!"

"I was just a child then! I'm a changed man now!" Rago screamed, his teeth bared. "I'm no longer the person I was five years ago! I have different goals now, different reasons to live!"

"Then what are they then? Your goals?" The blackette blinked at his father's question, his goals now? He took a deep breath before looking up at the god with a seriousness like no other.

"My goal is to keep both Dynamis and our child safe, to keep the family I created safe. I don't want to lose anymore else ever again... I want the little one that we've created to grow up, to control their powers so they don't have to go thought the hell I did." He looked down at the brick floor, the pain of his past starting to weigh on him.

"I understand," Hades said stalking up to his son and giving him a reassuring smile. "You want to to keep the ones you love safe. If the one I love was still around I would do the same..." Rago looked up at the phrase.

'If the one I loved was still around I would do the same?'

"Father, can I ask you something?"

"Of coarse."

"Once Dynamis wakes up can you tell us how you know all about this pregnancy stuff? And who this love of yours is?" The ruler of the underworld's red pools went wide in shock then, he sighed.

"Alright," The god said, he couldn't hide it anymore. "After Dynamis wakes up."

Black Birth By: BloodyNightStalker
Sequel to Black Hearted! Five years after Rago was 'killed' he is revived and learns some new things about his dark powers. With this he also finds out that Dynamis still loves him. So, he returns to the surface to his love. After a 'heated' make up Rago notices that their something off about Dynamis. What happens will change their lives forever. Rago X Dynamis, Yaoi, Mpreg!

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So cute. Great job bloody