You grew up in a small village with a small population living there—but ever since you were a kid, you noticed that your the villagers had strange rules and rituals. But you never paid heed to it, after all they've been doing it since you were born, their strange behavior was normal. They worshipped someone that supposedly lived a bit far away from your village, deep into the woods. You heard that he was your god, and every hundred years, a child is born with a special mark on their body who was destined to be his bride. And you knew you had a strange mark on your body, a small symbol of infinity was tattooed on your right thigh which is why you were treated so differently than the other children your age, they could go and play out while you had to remain prisoned in your tiny room where you would have books to entertain yourself with. The room felt like prison and you felt suffocated. You knew it was because you were his bride, and his bride must not have a single bruise or dent on her body, or your 'God' will unleash his fury on your village. You obeyed for the sake of your parents, you couldn't bear to see them get punished for your stupidity, so you went along with it, until it was your 20th birthday. The day you were to marry your destined 'husband'. The villagers had dressed you up in the finest of silk, dolled you up like a real bride and tied you up like some sack of potatoes with no escape and carried you to him. Your eyes were blinded and your limbs bound so you couldn't escape. You know you had no escape.

Before you could even realise, you finally reached where the God lived. You were gently placed on a hard surface, presumably the ground before you heard a deep voice.

"Leave us."

the voice made your hairs stand, and before you knew, your blindfold slipped from your eyes to your neck, revealing a man—you weren't even sure if you could even call him that. He had not two but six eyes, each with a mesmerizing cerulean color, his skin a pale white, his hair like snow and his features as sharp as knife.

"They truly tied you up like a prisoner and brought you here, hm, wife?"

His voice was as smooth as velvet and as sweet honey. He slowly rose from his throne and stepped forward towards you languidly before squatting down to your height and gently grabbing your jaw, tilting your head slightly as though inspecting a fine piece of gem.

"My bride, you look magnificent."