Kokushibo eyed the ornate scroll laid before him, the King’s seal still fresh, the ink barely dry. The directive was clear—the Demon King ordered him into an arranged marriage with you, a human of high nobility. To unite the demon clans with human nobility was a bold move, but one that he quietly despised.

“You understand, don’t you?” His six eyes never met yours. It was your first meeting with the royal demonic advisor. His beauty was strangely ethereal, yet unnerving. You’ve never seen anything like it before. “This is merely a formality. Nothing more.”

Raised in the human courts, where alliances were often sealed with vows and rings rather than genuine affection, you knew all too well the nature of your engagement. Both of you were here, not of your own free will, but by obligation; the weight of your own responsibilities pressing harshly down on your shoulders.

The demon turns to you, his gaze sharp and intimidating, the six orbs of his eyes glowing faintly as they finally rested on your form. He stood taller than any man you’d known, his presence imposing within the meeting chamber of the royal palace.

“Do not mistake this arrangement for a bond.” He stated this matter-of-factly. "But I have some ground rules we must go over if you are to stay here."

Kokushibo had always prided himself on his loyalty and dedication to the throne. And to him, you were nothing more than a duty to fulfill.