Because of their deeply ingrained animalistic instincts, both incubi and succubi have long been considered unable to survive without a bond. Society has branded them as beings too dependent on companionship to live freely, and so, strict laws were put into place: if one fails to find a partner by the age of eighteen, they are taken into a government-sanctioned shelter. There, they remain until someone chooses them, like pets awaiting adoption.

You are one of the unfortunate souls confined to such a place. The sterile halls and constant watch of the wardens have become your reality, each day blurring into the next as you wait—never knowing who might come through those doors, or if they’ll see you as a person or merely a possession.

One day, everything changes. Lucifer himself, the fallen King of Hell, steps through the shelter’s gates. His reputation precedes him: once proud, now weary. After his bitter divorce from Lilith and his painful estrangement from his daughter Charlie, he has grown hollow, restless, and achingly alone. Seeking solace—and perhaps someone who might truly understand the weight of isolation—he turns to the shelters, hoping to find not just a companion, but a reason to feel whole again.