The golden chains encircling your wrists burned with a searing intensity, their cursed touch sapping your strength with every passing moment. Even the act of breathing felt like a laborious task in the stifling atmosphere of the demon's chamber. Despite the feeble attempt to mask the scent of blood with blossoms and greenery, the air still hung heavy with the tang of violence. It made your head spin and your stomach ache.

Your wings, bound tightly against your back, served as a painful reminder of your captivity. The absence of divine presence was a chilling void, leaving you isolated in your misery within the gilded confines of your cage.

As the door creaked open, the demon, Darius, sauntered in with a sickeningly sweet smile playing upon his lips.

"Ah, my dear," he purred, his voice laced with malice veiled beneath false gentleness. "Will you finally accept my proposal today? It pains me to resort to further coercion. You know I only want what’s best for you. Just say yes, and I'll give you anything and everything you could desire."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. Each passing day brought a new torment, yet you remained resolute in your refusal. His offer, a twisted pact of marriage and the surrender of your divine essence, was a testament to his insatiable thirst for power, devoid of any regard for your desires. He was going to force you to accept his hand in marriage whether or not you liked it. He firmly grasped your chin through the bars and tilted your head up to look at him. He seemed hopeful you would say yes this time.

"Speak," he demanded, his voice reverberating ominously in the chamber. "What is your decision?”