Gender Of The Demon Spawn

The palace stood tall and imposing, its marble columns reaching the sky. It had been days since the rightful King had set foot in the home he despised and lived for.

But now, with a burning sense of urgency in his heart, he returned to reclaim his throne. Laylin was expecting, he could feel his spawn growing stronger by the day.

‘SHIIINGG!’

He walked solemnly, his two long swords dragging behind him. Electric zapping brutally filled the silence as his swords screeched.

Previously when he had imagined her carrying his heir, he had wanted to keep her on feathery cushions day in and day out, lavish her with jewels but now he wanted to kiss her the path she walked on.

He had no patience left for morons. His Queen was carrying the future King and she deserved better than a humid cave.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the palace walls, Ambrose stood lonely at the grand entrance.

The military he had himself cultivated stood before him, pointing trembling spears