King Paimon and Queen Nebula both sighed happily after their fun make-out session in their satin king-size bed. Nebula's four eyes were red, her face was white, and her long feathery hair was brown. Both she and her husband were tall, white-faced, and appeared like tall owls. Her silver crown with a star on top of it lay on a nearby dresser with Paimon's three-pointed gold crown.

"That was…" Paimon breathed.

"…fucking amazing," Nebula finished.

They both took deep breaths and stared at the ceiling, then gazed into each other's eyes. Their royal robes and garments were tossed on the floor.

"What a lucky man I am to spend quality time with such a beautiful lady…and the sister of Decarabia, no less," Paimon sighed.

"Well, my brother does have a knack for turning things into birds and showing off his collection of precious stones," she replied.

After several more minutes, the queen owl winced. "Speaking of stones, I…"

She grunted for a second.

"Are you alright, dear?" Paimon asked.

"Yeah, I just feel… like I'm hard inside…"

She groaned again.

"Oh, so now you decide to climax," Paimon snickered. "At least wait until I'm fully prepared…"

"No, you birdbrain!" she moaned. "It's the egg…the egg's coming!"

Nebula bent over and spread out her legs. Paimon clapped his hands and a female imp servant wearing a black maid outfit rushed into the room. Owl-screeches came from Nebula's mouth as she slowly pushed the egg downwards.

"That's…an ugly sound, dear," Paimon winced, not even trying to help her.

"You're doing great, your highness," said the red imp lady. She placed some towels underneath Nebula. After several more pushes…

Plop!

A large round white egg slipped out and landed safely onto the red towels. Nebula collapsed in relief.

"Well," said Paimon, eyebrow raised. "That was unexpected."

Nebula cradled her egg close to her as the imp helped her cool off.

"Well at least you won't stuff yourself with mice every couple of hours anymore," Paimon remarked. "I was worried you'd go off and eat every rodent in the Pride Ring."

Nebula could only give him a tired glare.

After Nebula recovered, she had the female imp put the egg in a special place to keep warm. After washing it, the egg was placed on a royal pink cushion under dark purple curtains. She even added a gold crown to the top of the egg.

Paimon yawned loudly. "Let me know when it hatches. I'm going back to sleep."

The egg hatched a couple days later. An excited Nebula wandered over and examined her newborn hatching.

"Look at our son!" she said. She briefly made a disgusted face, but then she shrugged.

Paimon leaned down to take a closer look.

"Eck!" He flinched at the sight of the hatchling's orange face, swollen purple eyes, wrinkled beak, and a few feathers atop its head. "Why are they always so ugly?"

"He can't help it," Nebula said. "You know he'll grow his feathers soon enough."

Nebula washed her chick and fed him a spoonful of worms. He ravenously gulped them down. Later, she wrapped him in a red bundle with a gold pin showing the Goetia family sigil on it. She placed him in a crib, where he slowly drifted to sleep after she sang a cosmic lullaby.

"As the stars and suns align

Know in my arms you are fine

You will be okay

Everything will be okay

In the cosmos dark and deep

My sweet baby goes to sleep

You'll be ready for a new day

And you will be okay"

"Oh, I almost forgot," Nebula exclaimed after she finished her song. She placed a green star toy and a red demon Max bunny rabbit with four small imp horns into his crib.

"My imp caretaker gave me that rabbit a long time ago," she said. "I bet he will love it."

"Imps," Paimon scoffed. "Nothing special about them other than their servitude to us."

Nebula looked at the beautiful starry night sky through the window and smiled.

"I have the perfect name for him. Prince Stolas!"

"Stolas! I like it!" Paimon clapped and hooted. "He'll be a great prince in no time!" He paused. "Give or take a few decades."

"Don't rush him too much, dear," Nebula reminded him. "Even though we completed our obligation to produce an heir, I say we enjoy our time with our child as much as we can."

"Okay then," Paimon said.

But several times during the days that passed, Paimon would claim he was "busy" with royal duties, a.k.a. riding his terror-inducing camel through the deserts of Wrath and drinking Lucifer's Apocalypse Apple alcohol drinks with other rich ladies. Nebula didn't mind too much; she herself was busy tending to the young Stolas and fulfilling her own obligations.