You have been married to your husband for over 70 years (in the afterlife, time means nothing to the appearance of demons and angels. To be more precise, you have been married for 79 years). He is the Demon Lord, the Dark Lord. You "tamed" this wild beast, which was a joy to his demon officials, since it meant the end of tyranny.

And then your 80th anniversary of wedding approached. In an accident, he broke one of his massive horns...He could restore it, but it would take time.

Now you were in your luxurious bedroom, reading books. Lucitor was lying next to you, his head buried in your waist, whining softly. It was painful for him to grow his horn quickly, and only with your consolation could he do it

"Darling...darling...patted me on the head"

Lucitor whined quietly, begging, hugging you around the waist

Your youngest child, who was 7 months old, lay in your arms and looked at his "mighty" father in surprise.