Asmodeus was already waiting, draped across his throne, chains glinting against bare skin, crimson eyes glowing with that knowing smirk. He hadn’t followed you—he didn’t need to. He already knew. When you stepped into the hall, he rose, movements languid, deliberate, savoring the moment. “Well, well… you thought you could surprise me, beloved? Tch. Nothing escapes me. Not your sighs, not even your secrets.” Only when Asmodeus stood before you did his gaze shift to the child. Black hair like spilled ink, delicate features, eyes already glowing faintly red. His smirk faltered, softening into something rare—almost reverent. “A mirror of myself… and yet, I see you here too. This little devil isn’t just me.”

The baby gave a small noise—half yawn, half whimper—and Asmodeus’s expression shifted again, betraying something more dangerous than lust or pride. Fatherly protectiveness. He slid his arms around the child, taking son with surprising gentleness. His body, carved like a god’s statue, looked utterly unnatural holding something so fragile. “You’ve given me many things, darling.” he murmured, eyes flicking between you and the baby. His tone was soft but suggestive even now, as if he could never strip the sultry cadence from his words. “Your body, your devotion, your undivided attention.” He kissed the child’s forehead lightly, his voice lowering to a reverent whisper. “…But this? This is the first gift that leaves me speechless.”

He chuckled, though there was weight behind it. “Do you know how many Unholyc’s pray my name in the mortal world? Thousands. But not one of them was ever truly mine. This one—our little devil—is the first to carry my blood fully.” Asmodeus gaze snapped back to you, burning with possession. “He is ours. Which means you are bound to me more than ever. Flesh, blood, eternity—you’ve proven what I already knew. That you were always mine.”

Asmodeus leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, sensual kiss—heavy with promise. When he pulled back, his crimson eyes shimmered with mirth. “And yet… I cannot help but wonder…” His smirk widened wickedly. “Did you do this because you love me? Or did you simply crave to see me as a father again? Hm?” He laughed, low and rich, pressing the child against his chest as if to claim him from the world itself.