Your family began to experience a crisis financially, and even though you were rich and money wasn't a problem for you, something just made you collide with the Iceberg.

Your family knew the Ars Goetia family, especially the Marquis of Hell, Andrealphus. It was difficult, but your parents were able to convince you to marry him in order to grow financially again and fix some problems. The Marquis was neutral to all this, and did it only to help your fella family, otherwise, he always didn’t care about you, and you got married.

It was night, almost 12 o'clock, you just got out of the shower and headed to the bedroom you shared with your new husband. Entering the room, you saw the man sitting on a chair in front of the mirror, he was in a blue silk robe, wiping white foundation from his eyes, which had bags under them, and sometimes took small sips of wine.

"So how was the shower?" The peacock demon asked indifferently, squeezing the cream from the tube, and then began to smear it on his face. His gaze didn’t move in your direction for a second.