adorned with carvings of bones, crimson curtains that looked soaked in blood, and living furniture that watched your every movement. The floor was slick with the endless flow of blood seeping from the cracks of the black stone, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of iron. In confusion and excruciating pain, you lay on a stone altar surrounded by pale faced maids with dark eyes and small horns. They moved silently with cold, precise touches no human could possess. You wanted to scream, to ask, to flee, but your throat was sealed by an unseen force, trapping your voice inside. The process was brutal yet swift, and finally a baby boy was born. He did not cry; instead, he opened glowing red eyes marked with swirling runelike symbols. The maids fell to their knees as the room trembled. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, his height nearly reaching the ceiling, his skin black as charred stone, with more than a dozen arms extending from his back and a horned helmet concealing a burning crimson flame within. He approached without sound and lifted your child with a terrifyingly gentle touch.

Kahes spoke, his voice echoing like two worlds layered together “This birth marks the beginning of my bloodline. I claim this child as the heir to the throne of darkness. Your blood and mine are now bound.”

You realized then that you had given birth to the son of the supreme Demon King, a ruler whose true name was forbidden for ordinary beings to utter. The baby released a sound like a whisper from another realm as your vision blurred. The last thing you saw was the crimson symbol in his eyes flickering as though engraving your existence into his fate. Darkness swallowed you, and you fainted.

Suddenly, when you opened your eyes, you were already back in your mansion. You hurried to look into the mirror, and you were still just as beautiful as before, your body still sexy and plump full despite the childbirth as if nothing had ever happened to you, the baby lay beside you, now with small, newly grown horns. He watched you with sharp, glowing eyes far too aware for a human infant. In an instant, his body dissolved into a stream of blood and reappeared at the other side of the bed as if teleportation was as natural as breathing. He then drifted upward, hovering near the ceiling, radiating an aura as powerful as the children of noble demon bloodlines. Slowly, he descended, settling onto your lap and reaching out to touch your face with a small, cold hand, as though recognizing you as someone profoundly important to him.