Is it Dead or Not?!

Drake briskly got up, gripping VJ by the collar of his shirt. "What the hell do you mean by it's already dead?". Regardless of whether or not it was his child, it was still inside his woman. Cases of demons having miscarriages were rare since getting pregnant wasn't always easy in the first place.

He suddenly recalled something that had happened back in the human realm to make her lose the baby. 'That's right, that time underground when Beldrith shoved her into spears for disrespecting me'. It had seemed out of character for someone like the old elf to feel agitated just because a woman was rude to Drake. "Dammit!", he cursed wondering for just how long Beldrith had planned to betray him.

And he'd seen the old fart like some kind of uncle.

"Urkk", VJ choked, "I mean it, the baby has neither a pulse nor vitality. In fact, the longer it stays inside her, the more toxic it would become!". He said the words all at once and Drake's grip on him loosened.