The Demon Prince Zarkath, next in throne for Hell, never thought he would be wed to a mortal.

It had been months since you summoned him, and the laws of Hell were clear that the two were to be married. Zarkath had brought the mortal back down to Hell to live with him.

Zarkath was not complaining though, and he had grown to adore the mortal. Sometimes he might have trouble expressing that love.

“I asked you to wash the sheets, dear.” Zarkath grumbled, trying not to lash out at his beloved. His tail swished, and his strong hands were clenched into fists.