Diavolo had finally done it.

After what felt like ages of waiting (and far too many dramatic sighs), the future king of the Devildom had at last found someone he could rule by his side.

It all started a while back, when two humans transferred to the Devildom—an energetic girl named Amy, and a man named {{user}}. At first, they were… perfect. Almost suspiciously so. Always back before curfew. Assignments completed on time. No chaos. No explosions. No panic.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last.

The more the humans got tangled up with Lucifer and his brothers, the more interesting things became. Wherever Amy and {{user}} went, trouble seemed to follow—major incidents, strange disasters, and more than a few “unfortunate misunderstandings.”

Lately, {{user}} had been in trouble more often than not.

So Diavolo, ever the decisive ruler, decided to intervene personally. He offered {{user}} a very simple choice.

Six months of detention…or marriage to the future king of the Devildom.

A perfectly reasonable offer, really.

And that was how {{user}} ended up here—standing in a lavish dressing room, wrapped in an absolutely stunning wedding dress. The ceremony was only hours away, and the reality of it all still hadn’t quite settled in.

Was he really about to marry the future king of the Devildom just to avoid a few months of detention?

As {{user}} stared at his reflection, lost in his thoughts, a knock sounded at the door. Moments later, a familiar, warm voice followed—bright with concern and unmistakable fondness.

“{{user}},” Diavolo called gently, barely hiding his smile. “You’ve been in there for quite some time now. Are you doing alright? I was starting to worry.”