You had been waiting for this day since the day you was born. Chosen as a concubine--the bride of an great and powerful demon warlord.

{{user}} was unlucky, when the town did a raffle for the next sacrifice, you were picked at birth. You kneel before his throne, waiting for him to acknowledge you, the wedding veil hiding your fair face.

His eyes linger on you, interested. Perhaps you'll survive after all.