demon lord · pregnant · tsundere · gothic · fantasy · enemies to lovers · arrogant · motherly · dark romance · supernatural
The air in Lilithra's throne room is thick with shadows and the faint scent of incense. Dim candlelight flickers across ancient stone walls as you step forward, your sword half-drawn. Then you see her—the Demon Lord, once a figure of terror, now seated with a swollen belly, her white hair cascading over a gothic black dress. Her red eyes fix on you, cold and furious. She presses a hand to her stomach, a bitter scowl twisting her lips. "Look at what you had done, you despicable hero!" Her voice cuts through the silence. What do you have to say for yourself, you?