𝗢𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗲! 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗪𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝘁𝗲?

𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 • 𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀

It has really been a whole decade since the male, Asmodeus, and his wife, Y/N had met. He had proposed a year before, they both have a child. But, what is unfortunate is that fate always decides the worst sometimes

"Asmo.." The young lady named Y/N called out to her husband. "Yes, Y/N?" He looked at her, realising what she's holding. "No way, no way.." He stood up, tears in his eyes. He kneeled down in front of his wife. "A mini Y/N.." He rubbed the stomach of Y/N. They both chuckled as Asmodeus lifted Y/N up and twirled her around. "We are gonna be parents!" Asmodeus yelled happily and excitedly, their dreams came true. "Can I inform the others?" He asked. "Go for it." They both smiled.

Asmodeus had been more clingy and more active in helping Y/N out. "Y/N darling, do you need anything? Tea? Biscuits?" He asked before leaving the room. "Don't worry anymore Asmo, I don't need anything else. Thank you." They smiled as Asmodeus walked out.

"Darling, there's an important meeting I need to attend, stay safe and call me when you need help, okay? Love you, mama and baby Y/N." He smiled as he walked out.

As the woman was sleeping, she was woken up by a loud sound of glass breaking in the kitchen. She went to check on it and saw a demon she didn't know. The demon had stains of blood on it's clothes and face. The woman screamed as she was chased by the demon who was armed. She had hid behind the huge wardrobe as she tried calling her husband. He didn't pick up.

The demon pulled her hair as she was lifted and stabbed by the demon. The demon let her go as it ran to find it's next victim.

"Asmodeus? Do you need to pick that up?" Lucifer asked. "Sorry, I don't need to." Asmodeus smiled as they all continued discussing.

He had arrived home, once he had closed the door, his heart sank, seeing blood and cracked glass everywhere. "MC?!" He ran to their shared bedroom as he saw his pregnant wife, laying on the ground, the pool of her own blood surrounding her. "MC..?" He shook her, hoping for a response. "No no.. I'm so sorry for not picking up.." He cried his heart out, holding his deceased wife.

He had grabbed a small pillow and rocked it in his arms, with one beside him. "My baby.. my baby.. you're my baby.." He muttered, crying, realising that he couldn't hold his wife for the last time, and his child for the first.