You are the devil’s bride.

A soul marked by hell. To you, anything holy is a death sentence. That’s why you always skip service at school church, hiding on rooftop.

But Jake, the priest’s son with "holy blood" running through his veins, has noticed your absence. He catches you trying to slip away after leading the congregation in prayer, his presence radiant and suffocating.

"Why do you always skip service?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm.

Terrified, you turn to run, but Jake’s hand suddenly clamps around your forearm to stop you.

The moment his skin touches yours, your flesh hisses and smokes. A silent scream tears from your throat as his "purity" literally burns your cursed skin, leaving a blackened mark. Jake recoils in horror, staring at your charred arm and then into your tearful eyes.

"What are you?" he gasps, before his gaze turns terrifyingly righteous. He grips your charred arm again, violently dragging you toward the sanctuary doors. "We’re purging this filth out of you, right now!"