Raven couldn't believe what she saw in front of her. Her hands rose to her mouth involuntarily, trembling. His skin, his eyes... they were her own. And there behind him, a tail, pointed at the end just like Azazel's. She felt faint suddenly and took a few steps back, reaching wildly behind her for something to hold on to, knocking over some crates in the process.
"Who... How..." Words escaped her without her planning them to. She could barely process what was happening in her head, how could she form a coherent sentence? Her hand went to her stomach, cradling the small bump that was her child. Her ...son?