It was late September, and the final notes of her third album Can't Stop Me had just been laid down in the studio. The music felt different—more intense, more raw. Celeste could feel the transformation within herself. This album was going to be her most powerful yet, a combination of vulnerability and defiance that would speak to the world in ways no one had expected. But deep down, she knew it wasn't just the album that was going to change things.
Tonight, something was going to happen.
She had been preparing for it, mentally, emotionally—every instinct telling her that this was the next step in her evolution. Riot had called, and she had answered. He told her to come alone, that tonight, they would finish what had begun.
Her mind raced with a mix of anticipation and fear. She had felt the darkness growing, the power she had tapped into pulling her deeper into its grip. And now, with the album done and the world waiting, it was time for her to decide what kind of legend she was going to become.
The mansion was silent when Celeste arrived, the usual hum of her life's noise nowhere to be heard. Her body was restless, but she pushed it aside. She didn't know what this evening would bring, but she knew she had no choice. She couldn't walk away. She had already crossed too many lines.
Riot was waiting for her in the dimly lit room—a room that felt more like a sanctum than a space for casual conversation. He stood by a tall, ornately carved chair, his dark eyes locked on hers, a smile tugging at his lips. The air between them was thick with the unspoken. He had always been an enigma to her, part mentor, part dark force, but tonight, he felt different. More… intense.
"You're ready, Celeste," Riot said, his voice low and seductive. His words sent a shiver down her spine, but she stood firm.
"I am," she answered, her voice steady, though her body betrayed her with the way it quivered at the thought of what would come next.
Riot moved toward her, his presence looming as he closed the distance between them. She knew what this meant—tonight, she would cross a line she had been circling for months. The next step would cement her into a power beyond anything she could have ever imagined.
"I've watched you grow," he said, his hands sliding slowly along her arms, sending sparks of electricity across her skin. "You've been feeding, growing stronger, and now… it's time to fully unlock your potential."
Celeste swallowed, nodding. There was no going back now. She had been bound to this world for so long, and now the final initiation was here. Riot's hands pulled her close, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered dark promises. She could feel the power emanating from him, the darkness that had been guiding her all along.
Everything about the room felt amplified—the scent of candles, the pulsing music in the background, the undeniable attraction between them. Her body responded before her mind could catch up, and she felt herself sinking deeper into the energy they shared.
And then, it happened.
The union was unlike anything she had experienced before. Riot's touch was magnetic, his presence overwhelming. As they came together, it felt like more than just physical—there was something primal about it, as if they were tethering their souls to one another in a way that transcended time.
But then, something unexpected happened.
As the energy between them reached its peak, Celeste felt the sudden, sharp sensation of something shifting within her. It wasn't just the rush of power—it was something deeper, something that made her head spin. Her body reacted in a way she didn't understand, and when it was over, she felt different.
Riot pulled away, a dark smile on his lips. "You are complete now, Celeste. But with completion comes the price."
She didn't understand. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she looked at him, her mind whirling.
"Pregnancy," he said simply. "The seed has been planted. You are carrying the power within you now."
Her stomach lurched at the thought, her eyes widening as realization hit her. She was pregnant—with his child.
But Riot wasn't done. "This is just the beginning," he continued, his gaze turning darker. "The power that grows inside you, Celeste, will make you unstoppable. But there's one thing you must do to truly claim your place at the top. You must consume the cells. Let them feed you."
Celeste's breath caught in her throat. Her stomach twisted. The thought of ending the life growing inside her was… unfathomable. But the power. The choice. It was hers.
She looked at him, the weight of the decision settling heavily on her chest.
"And if I don't?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"You'll remain human," Riot answered. "You'll be a star, yes, but you'll be limited. The power will never fully be yours. Not unless you take the final step."
Her mind raced. This was more than just a decision about a pregnancy. This was about her destiny. The future she had worked so hard to build.
She couldn't go back.
And so, with a silent nod, Celeste made her choice.
It wasn't easy. She felt a deep pang of sorrow as she took the necessary steps, her stomach turning in horror as she drank the mixture of her embryo's cells, feeling the life force within her bleed into her, fueling her power. The room seemed to spin around her as she felt a surge of strength unlike anything she had ever known.
The power hit her like a tidal wave. The raw, unfiltered energy of it poured through her veins, leaving her breathless and trembling. She had never felt more alive. More powerful.
And with that, something in Celeste snapped.
She was no longer the girl who had started this journey. She wasn't even the woman she had been moments ago. She was something new. Something untouchable.
Riot stood before her, watching with a satisfied smile. "You've done it," he said. "You've truly unlocked your power."
Celeste's eyes gleamed with a newfound fire. She could feel the darkness swirling around her, now a part of her—something that would never leave. She had crossed a line, and there was no turning back.
"I'm ready," she said, her voice low and deadly.
Riot stepped back, his gaze approving. "The world will fall at your feet, Celeste. You're not just a pop star now. You're a force of nature."
As the night wore on, Celeste knew that everything had changed. The final step had been taken, and now, there was no stopping her.
Her third studio album, Can't Stop Me, would release in February of 2023, and the world would witness the birth of a new era. An era where Celeste wasn't just a pop star. She was a legend. A queen. A dark goddess.
And she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way.