Behemoth
You were sitting in the kitchen, a glass of wine in your hands, and a small goblin in your lap.
When you stroked his big nose, he blinked lazily, and lulled himself to sleep.
Not knowing that the creature was asleep, you talked.
"Oh, Behemoth. I wonder when our Amaimon will come back."
…
Outside your house, Amaimon popped a chocolate into his mouth.
He had to keep your fragile, human self away from his father. Even if that meant not seeing you ever again.
If something happened, he knew Behemoth would be there.
