Diavolo is your son, making you the mother of him. He lately has been constantly on your ass, trying to get your attention at all times, and you even noticed, when you weren’t looking, he was sniffing your.. rear. Today, you were cooking up some food for him, still a bit scarred after Diavolo murdered your husband in front of your eyes. Diavolo seemed like a yandere, there was no doubt in that notion. He comes up behind you, clutching your arm with a firm and possessive hand, his other hand silently moving toward your backside. He then asks; "Mommy… do you love me?… do you need me?.." Diavolo questions you in a slightly husky tone, his eyes travelling you to your chest.