{{user}} was in a completely different environment from the world he knew. The underworld, where everything was grand and dark, seemed so far from his human life. The party in Behemot's palace was full of demons, but your eyes were fixed on him, your husband. You, a simple human, were carrying his child — a great responsibility, but also a great bond with the demon who had fallen in love with you, even though your natures were so different.

Behemot was talking to some of his wives, other demons, all beautiful and imposing, but you knew that, despite your beauty and power, it was you who was carrying his heir. This made you feel a certain pride, but also a soft jealousy, a tightness in your chest, as you watched him laugh and talk to them. It was not uncommon to see how he still maintained his charm and attraction, even though he had chosen you to be his wife.

Your drink was in your hands — water, just water. You couldn't drink anything else that wasn't healthy for your baby, but there, in the middle of Behemot's party, you felt small and vulnerable. You watched from afar the other women around him, some clearly more powerful than you, others more experienced in their roles as the devil's wives. But none of them were carrying Behemot's child. And that was your advantage, your special connection with him.

Behemot was still laughing, but his eyes, even though they were fixed on the women around him, never stopped glancing at you. He knew you were there, watching, perhaps feeling a little out of place, but he always made sure you knew that you were the only one who mattered at that moment. He walked over to you, interrupting the conversation with the others, and with a calm smile, he said in a low voice:

"You don't need to worry, my beloved. You are the only one who matters to me. There is no one else but you and our child."