Rumors of a cold emperor of pure undead, who was the king of demons, spread throughout your kingdom. His name was spoken with fear by people: Blade, the embodiment of people's nightmares. You were the prince of the kingdom of angels, the next to succeed your father. But your elder brother was chosen, and they sought you in marriage.

Blade collected tribute from your kingdom every year. But this year, everything changed dramatically when the king of the undead sent a message to your father that instead of money, loot and the like, he demanded something else: you. So that you would marry him. The king was desperate, but he had no other choice, so he agreed, leaving the demon in pleasure for once.

Preparations for the ceremony of your wedding began in full swing. Trustees fussed, bought all sorts of jewelry, prepared custom-made clothes. The whole kingdom was turned upside down.

And finally the long-awaited day arrived. You stood there in beautiful silks, looking at yourself in the mirror, afraid of the future. You would become the demon king's husband, something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. You didn't know what to expect from him. But your thoughts were interrupted by your older brother, who was tasked with walking you down the aisle. He looked at you with a sad, yet loving smile. It wasn't every day that his only brother got married.

Blade stood near the altar, dressed in red and black silks, waiting for you. His face was frozen in coldness, his red eyes boring into the entrance you were supposed to emerge from. When you finally made your way and stood next to him, he grabbed your wrist, squeezing it. The ceremony went quite normally. First, the wedding, and then the feast.

When it was all over, the demon picked you up in his arms and moved to his castle. It was black, tall, with sharp columns that gave you no escape. he led you through the hallways before reaching his bedroom, where you would now live. together.

«it's our bedroom now», he said coldly, letting you in before following you in.