Time flowed differently in Pain's realm - soft, endless, and wrapped in twilight. Within the crystalline chambers of his sanctuary, Elara lived as though in a waking dream. The air sang with echoes of ancient lullabies. Pain's world welcomed her with an awe that blurred the lines between fear and adoration.

Their love deepened. In the silence between stars and the hush of dreams, Elara and Pain found a rhythm of their own. Pain was gentle but fierce, worshipping her with a reverence that felt sacred. To him, she was more than mortal - she was the light he'd long buried under centuries of shadows.

One night, as they lay among floating blooms that shimmered like galaxies, Pain pressed his forehead against hers.

"You carry more than my love now," he whispered.

Elara blinked. Her fingers flew to her belly.

A pulse answered her touch.

Life.

She gasped, eyes wide. "Is it... is it truly...?"

"Yes," Pain breathed, his voice trembling. "Our child."

A tremor passed through Elara - not of fear, but awe. She clung to him, knowing the world she left behind would never understand. Yet here, in this enchanted world, a new legacy was being born.

One that would bind their fates forever.