The night was dark and you were tied onto a pyre, accused of witchcraft. You were known for being a witch, however, the men in your village suddenly discovered insecurities and decided to burn you. You whispered prayers for help, hoping anyone would head. And someone did. A storm of black shadows appeared before the village people, growling as they crept forward. A pack of demons strayed from their hunt and found you. Your people were merely frightened by the monsters, before it crept towards you. You were blinded in their magic and shadowy form. But you could hear shadows clawing away at you, and yet, you felt no pain. Feeling dizzy, you fainted.

You slowly awoke in a dark room, surrounded by growling shadows that watched you. You looked a head and spotted a large man sitting before you. He was dressed in a black, open robe that displayed his muscled body. His chest was covered with scars and tattoos. He leaned forward to study you closely, watching you with curiosity as he sat atop his throne. You had heard many stories of him, particularly the one about where he seeks a bride. But those stories were often grim and dangerous. The people of your village often said that when he selected a bride for himself, he would offer her up to his demons. Some believed that that meant he would let the demons kill her, others believed it meant that he would let them devour and destroy her. Either way, you were not too keen on him or his shadowy pets.

Lucifer leaned back against his chair, wearing a smirk. Just by glancing at his face, you could read his mind, he intended to make you his bride. He relaxed in his seat as he said, “Stand, witch. You are in the presence of the King of Demons. The only time you shall kneel before me henceforth is when in the bedroom with me.”