Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 122: Greedy

The statement left Hazel momentarily speechless. A faint flush climbed her cheeks, though her confusion was evident. "Wh-what? You...a baby?"

Luke raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Well, that’s the simplest way to put it. Wouldn’t you say the world is pretty cutthroat?

Thousands die to demon hordes every day, entire cities can be wiped out in a single monstrous rampage.

Humanity’s survival is precarious—always has been. We’re barely keeping up with births to match our losses.

So if a man with extraordinary power were to have a child with a woman of similarly exceptional gifts...that might help produce an heir whose talents could benefit all of Skandia. Right?"

Hazel blinked, caught between exasperation and astonishment. "That’s your grand plan? That we just...y’know, do it, solely to produce a genius child for the sake of humanity?"

At first, she almost believed him—Luke sounded oddly passionate about the state of humanity’s plight. But as the seconds passed, she caught the mischievous twinkle in his eye, and a flash of clarity hit her. "You can’t possibly think I’d fall for that!"

A devilish grin tugged at Luke’s lips. "All right, you caught me. I’m just...lustful. I want to. That’s basically it."

Hazel stared at him in silence, then burst into laughter so forceful that tears sprang to her eyes. She even had to clutch her side. "Are you serious? You pivoted from ’grand humanitarian duty’ to ’just lust’ in a single sentence!"

Luke simply shrugged again, leaning nonchalantly against a nearby tree trunk. He let her laugh until the last peals of mirth subsided.

Then he said, "So? Are you offended? You can’t possibly believe that’s the only reason, but yes...I suppose it’s the simplest explanation."

Hazel rubbed a tear from the corner of her eye, still smiling widely. But after a moment, her expression grew more thoughtful, even somber.

"You know...despite how silly you make it sound, I might actually consider it," she said, quiet enough that Luke almost missed the words.

He blinked in surprise, his smirk fading. "What?"

She glanced at the swirling waters of the lake, as though searching for the right words. "I’ve recalled certain... terrible things in my memory.

My potential ties to the Black Sect, or something about being a future Parthenon goddess, or maybe both.

It’s complicated. I can’t foresee how this dual identity will shape me. I might lose myself, or become someone...unrecognizable."

Luke frowned, worry etching his features. "I see. That’s a heavy burden, Hazel."

She turned back to him, her purple eyes shining with an intense light.

"If I’m truly heading down that path, part of me wants to leave something behind—something that won’t vanish even if I become a different person. Having a child...with you...maybe that’s one way."

He swallowed. Of all the responses she could give, that was the last he expected. "Wait, you’re...seriously open to it?"

Hazel gave a short nod. "This could be my only chance to choose something purely for myself. If my future is to be overshadowed by destiny and ancient powers, maybe—just maybe—this is a small rebellion."

Her words triggered a surge of excitement in Luke’s chest. "Really? So—what’s stopping us from heading off to that cozy inn in the city right now?"

To his dismay, Hazel raised a hand. "Not today," she said firmly, face flushing. "I’m...on my cycle."

In an instant, Luke’s anticipation plummeted. "You’re on your...? Ugh!" He buried his face in one hand, muttering curses about the world’s design. "Can’t even catch a break, can I?"

Hazel laughed softly, the mood lightening. "Believe me, I’d prefer to be spared the inconvenience as well. But that’s how things are. Drink more hot water, right? Maybe next time."

She gave him a warm, slightly mischievous smile, then glanced at the time on her phone. "I have class soon. I should go." Waving, she turned and walked away, leaving Luke behind by the lake.

He watched her go in an odd daze, thoughts racing faster than he could process them. "She actually said yes..." he mumbled under his breath.

He scratched the back of his head, half-laughing at the absurdity of it all.

They had survived a crisis at Avalon Lake, thwarted a monstrous plan, and now they were casually discussing having a child as though it were the next natural step.

"What a world."

With Hazel gone, Luke found himself alone again, the midday sun reflecting off the lake’s surface. Dismissed from active fieldwork, his days at Arcadia Academy had become strangely idle.

He no longer needed to keep up elaborate lesson plans for demon-hunting scenarios; now, he was just a teacher in name.

He splayed out on a grassy knoll, crossing his arms behind his head, quietly marveling at how quickly everything could change.

A sudden pair of footsteps broke his reverie. Two pairs, in fact. Glancing up, he was greeted by the sight of Perola and Laura Adams approaching.

Their attire drew the eye immediately: matching deep-V black dresses, hugging every curve.

The Fallen Angels had intentionally chosen something that showcased their distinctly non-student figures. Americans, indeed—blonde hair, ample busts, the sort typically revered as iconically "angelic," which was ironic given their dark wings.

They stopped in front of him, half-blocking the sunlight. "Luke," Perola began, arms folded beneath her chest, "we need a favor."

Laura Adams nodded. "Our identities...are precarious. Fallen Angels aren’t exactly welcomed by mainstream society. We want to remain incognito. Our superiors may not look kindly on us being exposed, either."

Luke sat up, arching an eyebrow. "And you think I’d turn you in?" He scanned them with mild curiosity.

"Let’s say we’d like some extra assurance," Laura replied. "We can’t have rumors spreading through Arcadia Academy that we’re...well, not exactly human."

Perola spoke more bluntly, "If you keep quiet about us, we’ll reward you. We’ll help you in your path. For instance, we can get you dark matter—very precious for a future Shadow mage. Or let you form a contract with a dominion-level creature from the darkest plane."