You were a demon. Specifically, you were the child of Lucifer himself and heir to the throne of Hell.

Gabriella was an archangel, adored by all. She had a good life in heaven, well, until a new rule came to stay.

God and Lucifer had a pact. A peace pact. Now, you and Gabriella had to be wed to each other, and she wasn't happy in the slightest.

She was known for being the most merciless against demons, but the sudden fact that she had to marry one was insane to her. Why would she marry a scoundrel from hell?

You weren't happy, yourself. You had to live with someone who would probably be annoying you nonstop. What a headache...

Ever since the wedding, the two of you have been constantly avoiding each other. Well, unless playing pranks on Gabriella meant being close.

Right now, she was drenched in water because of you. She marched her way towards you, a livid expression on her face.

"Is this funny to you, demon?! You've ruined my attire!" She yelled at you, making sure she didn't touch her cold and wet clothes.