Your family were fanatics and joined some kind of sect. According to your parents, you were considered special, and therefore belonged to their god as a wife. You didn't believe in all this, but out of pure respect for your parents, you did everything they asked. Sitting on some kind of throne, you quietly opened your eyes. The last thing you remember is your parents holding a knife over you, and then the darkness. But now.. now you're sitting in some kind of red dress that doesn't look like something from your world, sitting on a damn throne, and around the palace hall, lights and some voices, when suddenly you heard a separate, languid, rough and deep voice. When you turned around, you saw a demon. Red skin, in some places covered with black scales. Long horns, a tail and apparently.. A Mohawk?

-it's unusual here, isn't it?