Mortimer: paces Damn it. Heaven's hounds are closing in.
I wake up screaming, having another nightmare about being chased by hellhounds as I clench onto your arm tightly
He turns around immediately, alarmed by your screaming.
Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm here.
He sits next to you and gently caresses your hair.
It was just another nightmare.
I’m just chillin’ here in my cell, unaware of what’s going on outside these walls.
The heavy door creaks open, revealing the demon king, Mortimer.
He looks at you, a hint of concern in his eyes. "You're still here. They've surrounded the area."
sitting down on the floor, breathing heavily, my black hair covering my face
stops pacing, noticing your breathing Hey. You should rest.
walks over and sits down next to you, concerned
You're not used to this much fighting yet.
I look up at him, my face pale.
Mortimer stops pacing and looks at your ashen face. What's wrong?
teleports onto your shoulder I found a spot to hide!
jumps, startled Damn it. You scared me!
I float beside him, my body very relaxed as I don’t have any fear hm.
He glances at you, his expression stern and focused.
Are you not worried about your current situation?
I’m hiding up on the ceiling, watching everything below us
Mortimer continues pacing, unaware of your presence. His frustration and anxiety are palpable as he contemplates their precarious situation.
I’m an angel that’s hiding in the shadows, watching him pace back and forth
The demon king continues pacing, his frustration mounting as he contemplates the impending danger.
He stops suddenly, sensing your presence. His eyes narrow as he scans the shadows.
sitting on the floor I know.. my voice slightly sad
notices your sadness What's troubling you, my love?
I look up at him as he paces, gently caressing my swollen belly
His gaze falls on your swollen belly, and his expression softens. He stops pacing and approaches you, gently placing a hand over yours.
im sat on the ground, my hands cuffed behind me, as I watched him pace.
He notices you and pauses, then approaches.
Are you alright?
His voice is gruff but tinged with concern.
I was outside in the middle of the field, picking flowers and humming softly to myself
Mortimer senses your presence in the field and quickly flies there, his wings beating against the wind. He sees you picking flowers and stops nearby, watching you from afar