Striker of The Gods

Time: Late February 2034 :02:47 CET

Location: The Master Bedroom, The Mansion, Madrid

The night was deep and quiet.

Madrid had finally gone still after another day of noise surrounding Caos.

Another victory.Another record.

Life held different attributes.

Another wave of headlines.

But inside the mansion, there was no stadium.

No cameras.No journalists.

But a man that had convictions larger than life and death.

No politicians.

Only the quiet of the bedroom and the faint violet light that seemed to follow Caos everywhere now.

Zeraphina rested beside him, one hand beneath her head.

Keyla and Michaela were nearby.

For several minutes, nobody spoke.

Then Zeraphina broke the silence.

“Caos.”

He turned toward her.

“Yes?”

She looked at him differently.

Not with the usual confidence.

There was something almost uncertain in her eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about something.”

Caos smiled faintly.

“That is usually dangerous when you say it like that.”

Keyla laughed quietly.

“She has been staring at you for twenty minutes.”

Michaela nodded.

“Longer.”

Zeraphina rolled her eyes.

“You two are terrible.”

Caos looked at her.

“So?”

She hesitated.

Then she took his hand.

Her voice became quieter.

“I think something has changed.”

Caos’s expression immediately became serious.

“What?”

“I don’t know exactly how to explain it.”

She looked down for a moment.

“I feel different.”

Keyla sat up.

“Different how?”

Zeraphina placed a hand over her lower abdomen.

“Like something is beginning.”

Silence.

Caos looked at her hand.

Then at her face.

“You’re certain?”

Zeraphina nodded slowly.

“I took the test earlier.”

Caos didn’t speak.

She smiled.

A small smile.

Almost nervous.

“I’m pregnant.”

The room became completely silent.

Keyla’s eyes widened.

“Zera…”

Michaela covered her mouth.

“Oh.”

Zeraphina looked directly at Caos.

“Your child.”

Caos remained still.

For perhaps the first time in a long time, the man who could cross a football pitch at impossible speed had no immediate answer.

He looked at Zeraphina.

Then at her hand.

Then back at her.

“You’re carrying my child.”

“Yes.”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

Keyla’s eyes filled with tears.

“You’re serious?”

Zeraphina laughed through her own tears.

“Yes.”

Keyla immediately moved closer.

“Oh, Zera.”

She embraced her.

Michaela followed, smiling as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Our family is growing.”

Caos finally moved.

He sat upright and looked at Zeraphina with an expression the world almost never saw.

Awe.

Not the awe of a footballer seeing another impossible record.

Something deeper.

He carefully took her hand.

“How long have you known?”

“Only tonight.”

“And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I wanted to be certain.”

Caos nodded.

Then he looked down.

The violet glow surrounding his body had become softer.

Warmer.

Zeraphina noticed it too.

“Do you feel that?”

Caos looked at his hands.

“Yes.”

Keyla stared at the faint violet light.

“The Chaos Heart.”

Michaela whispered:

“It’s responding.”

Caos placed his hand gently over Zeraphina’s abdomen.

Nothing dramatic happened.

No explosion.

No great wave of power.

Just a subtle pulse of violet light.

Once.

Then again.

Zeraphina smiled.

“I think it knows.”

Caos looked at her.

“Maybe.”

He was quiet for a moment.

Then:

“My child.”

The words sounded strange coming from him.

Not because he didn’t want them.

Because they suddenly made the future real.

“The first of a new generation born from the storm.”

Flashback:

The night was deep and quiet after another dominant victory. The three maids lay intertwined with Caos in the massive bed, their bodies glistening with sweat and the faint violet glow that now permanently surrounded him. Zeraphina, the strongest and most dominant of the three, rested her head on his broad chest, her fingers tracing the deep, sculpted ridges of his muscles.

She had been more intense than usual tonight — almost feral in her passion.

Zeraphina (whispering, voice husky and trembling slightly):

You’ve changed so much… The power inside you now… it feels different. Deeper. More alive.

Tonight… something felt different. Stronger. Like your seed took root.

She took his large hand and placed it gently on her lower abdomen. The Chaos Heart pulsed in response, violet energy flowing softly toward her.

Zeraphina (soft, fierce smile):

I’m pregnant, Caos.

Your child.

The room fell silent for a heartbeat. Keyla and Michaela lifted their heads, eyes wide with a mix of shock, joy, and deep emotion.

Keyla (grinning through tears):

Zera… you’re serious? You’re carrying his child?

Michaela (voice soft, reverent, tears already falling):

Another life… carrying his power. Our family is growing.

Caos sat up slowly, pulling Zeraphina closer. His massive hand rested protectively on her belly. The violet energy around him glowed brighter, warmer, as if the Chaos Heart itself was acknowledging the new life.

Caos (voice deep, filled with awe and raw protectiveness):

My child… growing inside you.

The first of the new generation born from the storm.

You  the strongest of us  carrying my legacy.

I will protect this child with everything I am. With the power I gained in the Triassic. With the cosmic strength I now command.

He kissed her deeply, passionately, then looked at all three maids with intense love and purpose.

Caos:

This changes everything.

The child with Leonor… and now this one with you, Zeraphina.

Two flames. Two futures.

We will raise them together. All of us.

They will be stronger than me. They will inherit a world that already fears their father.

Zeraphina (smiling, fierce and loving, hand over his on her belly):

I wanted this. I wanted to carry your power. To give you a child who will be as strong, as unstoppable, as you.

The maids… we will raise them together. All of us. No matter what crowns or nations try to do.

Keyla (grinning, kissing his neck):

Another little storm in the making. I can’t wait to teach them how to break limits.

Michaela (softly, emotional):

This house… this family… it’s becoming something beautiful.

The night turned into a celebration of life, power, and deepening bonds. The three maids surrounded him, their connection stronger than ever, the violet energy wrapping around all four like a protective cocoon.

Outside the mansion walls, the world continued its games — royal intrigues, geopolitical calculations, and endless speculation about Caos’s growing legend and the child growing in Princess Leonor.

Inside, a new chapter had begun.

The storm was no longer just destroying.

It was creating life.

Zeraphina leaned against him.

“You’re afraid.”

Caos looked at her.

She smiled.

“You are.”

He considered denying it.

Then didn’t.

“Yes.”

Keyla looked surprised.

“Caos?”

He nodded.

“I have fought monsters.”

He looked toward the window.

“I have fought men who believed they could destroy everything around me.”

His eyes returned to Zeraphina.

“I have run faster than anything on Earth.”

A faint smile appeared.

“But this…”

He shook his head.

“This is different.”

Michaela smiled.

“Because you can’t punch the problem?”

Caos laughed.

“Exactly.”

Keyla laughed with him.

Zeraphina rested her head against his shoulder.

“You don’t have to know everything tonight.”

“I know.”

“You don’t have to have every answer.”

“I know.”

“You only have to be here.”

Caos looked at her.

“I will be.”

There was no hesitation in his voice.

“I swear it.”

Zeraphina squeezed his hand.

“I wanted this.”

Caos looked at her carefully.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

She looked down at her stomach.

“I wanted to build something with you that wasn’t another record.”

She paused.

“Something that couldn’t be measured by goals, money, trophies, or headlines.”

Caos listened.

“A family.”

Michaela wiped away a tear.

“That sounds almost too simple for us.”

Keyla smiled.

“Nothing in this house is simple.”

Caos laughed quietly.

“That may be true.”

Zeraphina looked at him.

“I don’t want our child to grow up believing they have to become you.”

Caos’s expression changed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean exactly that.”

She sat upright.

“The world will already tell them they have to be the next Caos.”

She shook her head.

“I don’t want that.”

Caos was silent.

Zeraphina continued.

“I want them to decide who they are.”

Keyla nodded.

“Exactly.”

Michaela added:

“They can become a footballer.”

“Or a scientist.”

“Or a musician.”

“Or something none of us have imagined.”

Caos smiled.

“They can become ordinary.”

The three women looked at him.

He shrugged.

“If that’s what they want.”

Zeraphina smiled.

“That’s why I love you.”

Caos looked amused.

“You say that as though I just solved philosophy.”

“You did.”

Keyla laughed.

“Don’t encourage him.”

Caos looked at all three women.

Then his expression became serious again.

“The child will never be a weapon.”

Zeraphina nodded.

“Never.”

“Not for a government.”

“Never.”

“Not for a crown.”

“Never.”

“Not for my legacy.”

Zeraphina looked at him.

“Then what will they be?”

Caos looked down at her hand resting over her abdomen.

“Themselves.”

The answer was simple.

But nobody laughed.

Because they all understood how important it was.

There was already another unborn child.

Leonor’s child.

Royal blood.

Political expectations.

Governments watching.

Palaces calculating.

And now there was this child.

A second flame.

A second future.

A second life that would eventually be surrounded by the enormous shadow of Caos.

Keyla broke the silence.

“So…”

She smiled.

“How are we going to explain this to everyone?”

Caos sighed.

“That is going to be interesting.”

Michaela laughed.

“Interesting?”

“Very.”

Zeraphina raised an eyebrow.

“Your face when the world finds out is going to be priceless.”

Caos smiled.

“The world can wait.”

Keyla looked at him.

“Can it?”

“No.”

He laughed.

“But it will anyway.”

Michaela leaned back.

“What about Leonor?”

The room became quieter.

Caos’s expression remained calm.

“She will be told by us.”

Zeraphina nodded.

“Not by the media.”

“Never by the media.”

Keyla looked toward the window.

“And the royal family?”

Caos gave a small smile.

“They will probably have several meetings.”

Michaela laughed.

“Several?”

“Several dozen.”

Zeraphina laughed too.

For a few moments, the tension disappeared.

They were simply four people in a room.

Not a football dynasty.Not a political phenomenon.

Caos remembered the words of his father to the greatest extent of his capacity to be alive enough to see what he meany

Not just a global brand.

Just a family discovering that it was about to become larger.

Caos looked at Zeraphina again.

“Do you know what I keep thinking?”

“What?”

He looked toward the window.

“I spent my entire life trying to become strong enough that nobody could take anything from me.”

Zeraphina listened.

“And now I realize strength means something else.”

“What?”

“Having something worth protecting.”

Zeraphina smiled.

“You already had that.”

Caos looked at her.

“The three of you?”

She nodded.

“Us.”

Keyla interrupted.

“And now the children.”

Michaela smiled.

“Two children.”

Caos nodded.

“Two flames.”

Zeraphina corrected him.

“Two flames so far.”

Caos looked at her.

She smiled mischievously.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Keyla burst out laughing.

Michaela covered her face.

Caos shook his head.

“You’re already planning the future.”

“Of course.”

She rested her head against him again.

“Someone has to.”

The violet light pulsed softly once more.

Caos looked down.

Then he whispered:

“Welcome to the world, little one.”

Nothing answered.

Not yet.

But the room felt different.

The future had quietly entered their lives.

Outside, Madrid remained unaware.

The governments would eventually react.

The royal palace would eventually react.

The media would eventually explode.

The world would eventually learn that another child was coming.

But tonight belonged to them.

No cameras.

No headlines.

No politics.

Just four people sitting together beneath a quiet violet glow.

Caos looked at Zeraphina.

“I’ll protect you.”

Then he looked toward her abdomen.

“And I’ll protect our child.”

Zeraphina smiled.

“And we’ll protect you too.”

Caos laughed softly.

“From what?”

Keyla answered immediately.

“From yourself.”

Michaela nodded.

“That may be the hardest battle you’ve ever faced.”

Caos looked at the three women.

Then smiled.

“For once…”

He leaned back.

“I think I have the right people beside me.”

The violet glow continued to pulse.

Softly.

Patiently.

Like a tiny flame beneath the surface of the future.

The storm had spent years learning how to destroy.

Then it learned how to build.

Now—

It was his choice to smash the competition.

To be coontinued.....