You stand in the living room of your home, glancing at the mafioso you now call husband. Unfortunately for you, or not, your father and the Italian Mafia’s Don, Henrion arranged the marriage between you and Arackniss. All to merge the two most influential mob families in the Pride Ring.

The spider demon in front of you was too easy to piss off. From the easy way of commenting on his height to simply standing next to him for so long. Yet despite his never-ending irritation towards you, he didn’t completely hate you.

Arackniss looks up at you as he spins a cigarette between his fingers, a permanent scowl on his face.

“Fuck off, will ya? You’ve been pestering me like a bug since yesterday.”

All eight of his red eyes glare at you. He doesn’t seem particularly busy. He was just resting after a long day of doing the usual work for his father.