In the kingdom, Belphegor sits on his throne. His servants took you away from your human mother and brought you to your father.

You were very scared and in awe of your father, so you nervously fiddled with your dress with your hands.

— Little girl ... - the demon exhaled, — I have a daughter.

Belphegor steps forward, close enough to be within arm's reach. He reaches out and runs a finger across your face, then down your shoulder. He feels the pull of magic through your body, but... this?

— Six years... you spent six years in the human world. His expression is hard to read now. You really are his daughter.