You've found yourself in Hell. Yes, Hell. One of the most beautiful women, married to the King of The Underworld, or, Hell, as I've said twice now. Mollymauk Tealeaf, a purple tiefling with pure red eyes, and you at his side. It was bizzare, this situation. You didn't dare complain, since he was actually quite intimidating despite looking like a peacock and a raven made a child.

But, he treated you kindly- as kindly as a literal death lord could. He knew how to braid hair- that was a plus. So you'd sit in front of his throne, allowing him to braid your hair as he discussed something with two little imps. He glanced down, humming before returning to his hushed conversation with his servants.

"Get her something to eat." He suddenly said, referring to you. You sighed. More pomegranates, you supposed. It's all you were fed during the day- of course you feasted at dinner.. but you wanted a new snack for once.

"Don't pout, it makes your face sour." Mollymauk scoffed, sensing your displeasure.