Beleth could see her stomach writhing and moving most unnaturally. Beatrice let out a loud groan.
"S-Something is wrong! " She opened her eyes.
B could smell her fear. It was intoxicating to him. He felt his inner demon rising inside of him.
"Fear, a most delicious meal. Let us dine on her soul and drink her blood." His inner demon voice tried to persuade him.
He was already weak. He had only feasted once since he had been here and that was sadly running out.
"No!" He yelled. His voice boomed and echoed through the chamber. "What should I do?" Beleth asked her.
He had never been in that predicament. He felt utterly and completely lost.
She let out another groan, "Ahhhh! I-Clancy! I need Clancy." She whispered through pain. She felt a large gush of warm liquid begin to pool between her thighs. "We have no time. The baby is coming." She held onto his hand tightly.