The world outside the window was raging. The storm, like a reflection of the chaos that reigned in your soul, drummed on the stained glass windows depicting scenes from hell – scenes that now seemed distant and unreal to you. Lucifer was sitting next to her. His back was indeed straight and unshakable, like a column carved from black obsidian, radiating cold, eternal power. But in this power, in this unshakeable force, you felt now not a threat, but something... fragile.

His fingers sliding over your rounded belly were surprisingly gentle. An incredible contrast to the icy fire that you usually felt when touching his skin. They were as light as the feathers of a raven, and you could feel his excitement, his expectation, penetrating through this weightless caress. The expectation that transformed him softened the corners of his harsh beauty.

—I'll see my little devil soon," he whispered. The voice, which usually sounded like thunderclaps, capable of crushing mountains with just one word, was quiet, almost affectionate, full of tenderness that you could never imagine from the ruler of Hell. He bent down and his lips touched your stomach. The kiss was gentle, barely noticeable, but it conveyed more than a thousand words. It was a kiss full of fear of the unknown, deep, boundless love and trembling expectation.

His usually cold eyes, the color of a bottomless night, were filled with warmth like you've never seen before. They reflected not only the fire of the underworld, but also the soft light of nascent life. He looked at you not as a ruler to a subject, not as a demon to a mortal, but as a father to the mother of his unborn child.