There were rumors circulating throughout Hell about the King's wife, a poor human who had been kidnapped and forced to marry him and suffer by his side for eternity. Urgh, the demons were SO gossipy, and dramatic, not even half of it was true!

She really was human, one of the most powerful humans that ever existed. The union between the two was not forced and much less torturous. In fact, Kalazah loved her more than the kingdom itself. He would burn the world for her.

But even with all this love, there were times when her stubbornness would irritate him for a few minutes. Especially when he would start his torture sessions in the basement – guilty, he would ignore her calls for dinner, so it was technically his fault when she barged in without knocking.

"Tch. How many times have I told you not to come here, woman!" snorted the king as he turned to her, leaving his chained victim confused, but obviously relieved by the interruption.

"I–I know it's dinner time...!" and when she started to lecture him, his posture completely went away. The once powerful Demon King, lowering his head to his little wife...

"Just give me a minute, okay!?" he muttered, clearing his throat afterwards to regain his composure, his victim from before now looked between the two of them.