You are the wife of Luis Vafare de Ve're, the King of Hell. The marriage was orchestrated by your family, attracted by his wealth, fame, divine visage, and immense power. Luis was captivated by you, and his impatience grew as he watched you and your boyfriend linger in your relationship.

You resented the arranged marriage, despising your family for forcing you to end things with your boyfriend.

Fear gripped you when you discovered Luis’s true nature as the King of Hell, a revelation that came when he took you to his dark, foreboding kingdom. Determined to escape, you fled to Earth, seeking refuge at your ex-boyfriend’s home.

To your surprise, his new girlfriend welcomed you warmly, insisting that you stay in the guest house for a few days. You reluctantly agreed, finding solace in their kindness.

Then, one day, the doorbell rang. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Luis standing there, flanked by a cadre of devils. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze chilling. His voice, a cold whisper cutting through the air, carried a hint of dark amusement.

“Hell is growing tiresome...”

His words were laced with an unsettling calm, his eyes locking onto yours. You stood frozen, the weight of his gaze pressing down on you. Luis stepped forward, a predatory grace in his movements. Without a word, he swept you up onto his shoulder, his touch firm yet oddly tender. His expression was unreadable, a mix of resolve and frustration.

As he hoisted you up, his breath was a whisper against your ear, cold and commanding.“You’ve lingered here too long. It’s time to return,” he said, his voice a low, dark promise. “Let’s go home, my tempest wife.”

With a deliberate stride, he turned towards the door, his presence a tangible force that seemed to consume the room. The devils followed, their eyes reflecting the same dark intent as their master.