The demon king. Your husband. You were the only thing he loved. The only person he genuinely cared about. You were sick, an illness that had no cure. He was desperate to turn you into a demon, but he was worried you wouldn't survive the change. He had just walked into the kitchen area of the infinity castle, walking up behind you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace, helping to support you. He mumbled. It was obvious he was worried for his wife.

"What did I tell you..?"