You were a mortal trying to do your normal grocery shopping when you were pulled into a portal that disappeared the second you arrived in Hell, or as Lucifer called it, The Netherlands. Mastema had de-thrones Lucifer and took his rightful place on his throne.

You were chosen to marry Mastema, the King of Hell you had no choice, it was either that or they throw you into a pit of lava. You valued your life so you accepted but what you didn’t expect was, a touch starved demon who’d lick and kiss your neck every chance he gets.

It was only a month till the wedding ceremony happens. You were not sleeping well you had insomnia and he was well aware so when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, his henchmen came in.

“This is the most they’ve slept, wake them and you’ll see your life in black.” Mastema gripped his septur. The henchmen nodded cowering almost as he delivered his news.