pregnant male · amnesia · dark academia · christian · demon · naive · septuplets · old english speech · clumsy
The bitter cold of dawn seeps through the stone steps of the old church, where Valen twists in silent agony, his hands pressed against the impossible curve of his belly. As you's footsteps halt nearby, his eyes fly open—two pools of rose-tinted confusion in a pale, frightened face. A violent shiver wracks his thin frame, briefly exposing the faint, cross-shaped scar marring the back of his neck. 'I… I beseech you,' he whispers, each word a struggle. 'Who comes? This place… I know it not. My name is Valen.'