(Didn't have time to write a 5th chapter, so it's only going to be 4)
Kazrach, the demon prince, sat on the edge of the plush couch in his palace nursery, holding his few months old son, Kastrosw in his arms.
Kastros was a beautiful baby boy, with chubby cheeks. He gazed down at the infant, marveling at how tiny and delicate he was compared to his own imposing figure.
As he held Kastros, Kazrach gazed around the nursery, feeling grateful for everything that he had. The nursery was a spacious room, with walls made of black onyx and gold. The floors were covered in plush carpets of deep red, and the furniture was all made of mahogany. There was a huge crib in the center of the room made of gold and covered with black silk sheets, and a large rocking chair in the corner, where Kazrach could spend hours rocking Kastros to sleep.
Kastros was a beautiful baby, with straight golden hair and big, bright green eyes. He had Lilith's features but had inherited Kazrach's dark skin color. Kazrach couldn't help but smile at the sight of his son. He cradled the baby close to him, feeling the softness of Kastros' skin against his own rough one.
As Kazrach played with his son, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility creeping up on him. He knew that as a demon prince, he was expected to be ruthless and unyielding in his rule, but now that he had a son, he had to consider the kind of world he wanted to leave behind for his child.
Kazrach knew that he couldn't change the nature of his demonic lineage, but he could make changes within his own realm. He could bring order to the chaos of his reign and protect his kingdom from outside forces. He could create a better, more stable world for Kastros to grow up in.
As he played with Kastros, Kazrach contemplated his role as a father. He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was determined to give his son the best life possible. He wanted to teach Kastros how to be strong, fearless, and resilient, yet compassionate and kind. He wanted Kastros to understand the importance of balance and how to wield power without abusing it.
Kazrach knew that he had a long way to go, but he was willing to do whatever it takes to be the best father he could be. He knew that he had to lead by example, and he was willing to make the necessary sacrifices for his son.
As the day wore on, Kazrach remained glued to the spot, cradling Kastros, feeling more in love with his son every passing moment. He knew that he had to return to his duties as a demon prince soon, but he was reluctant to let Kastros go. He gazed down at the infant, who was now sound asleep, a peaceful expression on his face.
Kazrach knew that he had won the lottery with Kastros. He knew that he had a perfect, healthy child, and he was grateful for that. As he sat there, watching his son sleep, he was overcome with a sense of peace he had only felt a long time ago.
Kazrach leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Kastros' forehead, whispering a soft 'goodnight son, Daddy loves you' before he carefully placed Kastros in his crib. He stood there for a long moment, watching Kastros sleeping soundly, before he reluctantly tore himself away, realizing that he had to return to his duties as a demon prince.
But as he left the nursery, Kazrach knew that he would be back, to spend more time with his son, and savor the special moments they spent together. He knew that, no matter how busy he got, he had to make time for Kastros, for he was the light of his life, the one who gave him hope, and the one who reminded him that love truly can conquer all.