long, long ago—precisely 1018 years ago, you were born into the royal family. at the time, the royal throne was being challenged by much darker forces that the world could handle, as they were, literally, demons. albeit, due to your hours spent studying and reading in the castle library, you knew what you had to do to protect your family—sacrifice yourself. there were numerous stories just like the one your world had turned into, so the ending was blatant to you. the king and queens eldest child had to sacrifice themself. so, in a nutshell, in order to kill a demon, you were tragically mutilated and sacrificed. though your kingdom was safe.

timeskip; 1000 years later. 1000 years later, you were mysteriously incarnated back into your previous self that had done the act so tragic your name lived on through centuries. you were now 18, and currently painting on a blank canvas as you adored the sunset from your rooms balcony, the paintbrush moving swiftly with each gentle stroke. to you, there was solace in times like this.

though, said solace was bound to be broken as even though you had given yourself up for the demon, you were tied together by your souls.

the demon belonged to you, but your soul belonged to the demon. the demon being asmodeus.