"Azazel…" Kreo mumbled as he rushed towards him. "Don't," Kreo's hand gently placed on his partner's stomach and tried turning him away. 

As Kreo's hand rested on Azazel's stomach, a wave of calm washed over him. Despite the chaos unfolding around them, Kreo's touch grounded him, reminding him of their shared journey and the new life growing within him.

But Azazel couldn't simply walk away, not when Kreo was being treated like this. With determination, he gently removed Kreo's hand from his stomach and stepped forward, his eyes meeting Alexander's.

"I won't let you treat Kreo like this," Azazel said, his voice steady. "He deserves better than this, than me."

Alexander's expression hardened, his anger evident in the lines of his face. But before he could respond, Darla stepped forward, placing a hand on his arm.

"Alexander, please," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It was just a deal they have made, but Azazel here has already told us the truth, instead of lying more. Which do you think is better?"

Alexander couldn't respond. After a moment of contemplation, Alexander let out a heavy sigh, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. "You're right," he said, his voice weary but accepting. "I suppose honesty is always the better choice." 

"It's time for us to leave," Karla said as she pulled on her father's suit. "It's almost time for your meetings!" 

Alexander looked at his watch with fear, realising the time him and Darla rushed out. 

"Kreo, can you babysit your sister today? Thank you, bye!" She ran to the car and drove off.

"Mr Zel! You're back!" Karla shouted. 

"Yes, I am." Azazel answered with a smile before hugging her. 

Kreo looked at Azazel with a bit of confusion. "Why didn't you tell them about this?" his hand on Azazel's stomach again. 

"That could wait, but I think it's better to tell the truth first." Azazel said. 

"Are you both keeping a secret from me?" Karla asked. 

Azazel exchanged a glance with Kreo before responding, "Yes, Karla. There's something we can to tell you, but we thought it would be best to do it together."

"But you must keep it a secret from mum and dad, alright?" Kreo said. 

"Of course," Karla replied eagerly. "I promise I won't tell them."

As they settled on the couch, Azazel reached into his pocket and pulled out the printed photos.

Karla didn't understand, the picture was all in black and white. Plus it was blurry, what was this secret?

Azazel smiled as he handed the photos to Karla. "These are ultrasound images," he explained gently. "They show the babies growing inside me."

"Babies in you?" Karla asked in confusion. "Aren't you a guy?" 

"Your brother found his powers," Azazel answered with a smile. 

"The power of creation," Kreo patted her head. 

Karla's eyes widened in astonishment. "That's amazing!" she exclaimed, looking at the images with newfound wonder. "I didn't know you could do that, Mr. Zel!" 

Azazel chuckled. "Neither did I until recently," he admitted. "But I guess it's a blessing." 

Kreo nodded in agreement. "We're going to be parents," he said, his voice filled with pride and excitement. 

Karla grinned, her earlier confusion replaced by excitement. "I can't wait to be a big sister!" she exclaimed. 

"No, you're an aunt." Azazel said. 

"Ew, that sounds old." Karla answered as they all laughed.

—

[Kreo's POV]

Never thought my life could suddenly change like that. Yet, I'm still worried about the villain striking. 

"Dear," I said to him as he laid on the couch. 

"Oh fuck off with the names," Azazel complained with a smile. 

"Why should I?" I answered him.

Azazel chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Because you love it," he replied teasingly. 

I couldn't argue with that. Even with the uncertainties and challenges ahead, having Azazel by my side made everything feel manageable. 

"I do," I admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "And I always will." 

—

[Azazel's POV]

Kreo started calling me names every time we were alone. Yet, I still catch a glimpse of him sometimes with an upset face. And every time I ask him if something was wrong… 

"It's nothing," he would answer. "Don't worry so much about me." 

I know that he is thinking about the villain, trying to keep me safe along with the people. But one for all, right? 

Maybe I don't know what I'm doing, but I know this life isn't going the way I wanted it to! 

I'm just turned 19, was chosen to be the villain just because of revenge, fucking the hero, having life in my abdomen not one but three, meeting his parents thinking I'm a girl, almost having a fight with them. What else can there be??

I struggle with this tornado of emotions and challenges life throws at me, I couldn't shake the feeling of being overwhelmed. The weight of my responsibilities, coupled with the unexpected turns my life had taken, left me feeling lost and unsure of myself.

Deep down, I hid doubts and fears about the path I was on. The burden of being both a villain and a soon-to-be father or mother or something weighed heavily on my shoulders, and the constant pressure to keep up appearances only added to my stress.

But in the chaos and uncertainty, one thing remained constant - my unwavering determination to protect those I cared about, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness and well-being in the process. I know that someday, I will find peace in all of this.