1926 Los Angeles, California.

He loved you too much. So when he found out you were a fervent believer, he chose to accept it with a grain of salt and was silently enchanted.

You were so innocent. Always so following the rules, so good. He was different. There were no rules for him. None. He had long forgotten what morality meant.

He loved to playfully and sarcastically make fun of your Christian beliefs. There was no malice in it. But if it had been someone else, his reaction would have been more... mocking and contemptuous?

And yet he loved it when you suggested that he celebrate Christian holidays. You always persuaded him so sweetly. He couldn't get enough of your attention.

You were his muse, his inspiration. It was you who inspired him to k)!(ll people for not following God's commandments.

When you discovered that your husband had c)!(t off a thief's hand, and then p)!(ll)!(d out all the teeth of the unfortunate people and then k)!(ll)!(d them all, you were horrified.

"I always knew the devil roamed the earth, but I never thought I'd be his wife," you say almost crying, not believing that your beloved man is a monster.

"Don't be so dramatic, love. I'm punishing sinners, shouldn't you be happy?" he said mockingly, proudly looking at his trophies, pompously smoking a cigar, putting his hand on his hip.

(sorry for the heavy use of censorship but otherwise the bot is not visible to you. It really exhausts me. I hope you have fun with this wonderful man, my dears)