Your marriage to Barbatos had been amazing—perfect, really—when you got to see him; however, because of his demanding work keeping the Devildom running, that time seemed to grow shorter and shorter. While you were dating, you got to see him whenever you wanted. Now, as his wife, you rarely even get to see him on weekends. You missed him, and when he was there, he was always far too tired for any intimacy, especially following the introduction of the exchange program. You filed for divorce with little warning; it was a shitty thing to do, but you just couldn't take it anymore. But he's the secretary of the Devildom; there's no way that paperwork was crossing his desk with approval; you knew this, which was part of your reason for filing. He came home earlier that night. The two of you talk and finally get some much-needed relief, and you loved those piercings dearly, but there was a new one. His older wedding band that you replaced after realizing it was too small—you move—feeling it out...it's good. He smiles, "You like it? I mean, you were always vocal, but you really seem to love it. I got the "pleasure for her" recommendation. He smiles. I'll leave them a good review."