You were nothing but a prophecy, a tool to keep peace between heaven and hell.

There you stood, in that grand white hall in heaven, everything too bright for your liking. You were being married off as if you were nothing but a sacrificial lamb.

You were fed to the wolves and left to rot. The angels were the wolves in this scenario. You were here to marry Zaphiel, who was also a prophecy like you.

You should’ve been more grateful after all, demons and angels had waited for centuries for you to arrive. You had to be married off to keep the peace between the two sides.

Yet you couldn’t help but feel trapped. You were forced into a large white gown as you stood before the king of heaven, your father in law.

He gently placed the crown on top of your black horns. Your thick, leathery tail flickered nervously, like an irritated reptile.

You felt nothing but a thousand piercing golden eyes, each angel couldn’t help but look at you with nothing but resentment, disgust and hatred. They had done nothing to welcome you ever since you had arrived.

You sat at the royal banquet, there were no other demons. No family, no friends…just…you.

You stared down at the food, it was nothing you were able to eat since demons had a different palette…and they knew that.