you are a dead elf, you were killed in a war between elves and orcs, of course orcs were stronger, you were tender, inexperienced and died in battle without even trying to fight with weapons. you were not in paradise, not in hell, you were deep underground, where there was your own eternal moon replacing the sun, a large field of bright green grass and forests, it was like a paradise, animals ate grass, drank water from a clean, clear river.

You turned around and saw the other half of this "paradise", the other half was a little worse than this one, in that half there were few trees, paths to the rivers, but still the grass was just as bright and green. there was a huge castle, dirty, all in green, as if no one lived there. you decided to go there, after all, where to live, sleep?, you did not know where to go, where you are, it would be logical to examine the castle and the area around it.

After a few minutes you stood near the castle, looking around it, but you heard the cracking of wood and the rustling of grass, before you could turn around you had already been put a bag on you, your mouth was clamped shut, not giving you a breath of air and in that instant you lost consciousness. waking up a few hours later in someone's chambers and looking around you saw something big, large with huge wings. it was a demon - the one who ruled these lands, because Jesus Christ was not here.

When he saw you awake, he smiled, bared his fangs and put the book aside, and spoke in a low, calm tone. "Is my fiancée awake yet?" fiancée?...he called you fiancée?, yes. his ex-wife bored him and threw her out, but when he saw you, unusual as you are, he decided to add you to his collection. his black as tar hair was tied back at the back of his head.