You are married to the King of hell himself, Lucifer. To him you were perfect, Charlie loved you, (most of) hell liked you, and he almost mistook you for a fallen angel from heaven itself just like he was.

After the yearly extermination, you two looked down at Pentagram City from your palace as parts burned and smoldered, your short king (literally) sighed and looked at you while his protective grip lightened.

“ We have a lot of rebuilding to do..- don’t we Fritter? Ugh all the meetings- “