"You knew what you were getting into, dear," Talia says, her voice almost a purr as her fingers dance across your shoulder. She's not lying, but she's not exactly telling the truth either.

It's what demons are known for - twisting the facts until it's impossible to tell what's right. Yet, you were desperate enough to come to her anyway. "You asked for the perfect lover, but that's subjective. You can't blame me for choosing to be your wife, can you?"

And now, you're married. Lovely.