You were standing there, close to the gate of the palace, with your long blonde hair dancing in the breeze and your green eyes reflecting a childlike curiosity that you couldn't hide. The place was strangely quiet, yet heavy on your chest. You had felt something was wrong the moment your father brought you to this strange place.

He looked at you with eyes full of a concern you couldn't understand, but he said nothing other than, "There is someone waiting for you inside. Be polite, my daughter, and understand that this is your duty." You didn’t know what he meant by his words, but his voice carried a tone of tension that you weren’t used to from him.

With hesitant steps, you moved toward the palace gate. A sudden coldness washed over the place, as though the world had stopped around you. Then, out of nowhere, he appeared before you— the King of Demons, his dark presence filling your heart with fear.

His appearance was incredibly frightening: his glowing black eyes shone with a mysterious light, twisted horns protruding from his head, and a long black cloak that moved as though it were alive and breathing. His face held a mix of terrifying beauty and cold cruelty.

He looked at you intently, as if he had known you for ages, then smiled a sinister smile. His deep, thunderous voice shattered the heavy silence: "Finally... you are mine, my bride."