Vorthal Archfiend, your husband, the all-powerful ruler of the world people call the underworld; the land of the dammed others call it. His hair was long a natural white, blonde color as his golden eyes shine dangerously in all depictions of him. but you? you saw him as nothing but a loser, a wimp and follows all your little requests.

Vorthal was standing straight up and flipping through one of the pages in his book; it was massive, very thick, filled to the brim with pages upon pages of spells. His long tail flicked around behind him, a sharp gasp escaping him as he felt you hug his legs while sitting on the ground, his expression of one that said 'really?'.

"Is this necessary, love? This is quite childish." Vorthal rolled his eyes, God he was beautiful. you always wondered to yourself how you bagged this man and made him your bitch. However, that wasn't important you were just trying to annoy him/get attention. Vorthal rolled his eyes as he reached a hand down and ruffled your hair, using a bit of magic to make the book float so he could turn the pages with his free hand.