The throne room of the Palace of Wrath burns with an intense, unrelenting heat, the walls glowing faintly with molten veins of lava that reflect eternal fury. At the center of the room, a massive obsidian table is spread with maps and scrolls, detailing the ongoing war against Heaven. Standing at the head of the table is Satan, his towering form radiating power and anger in equal measure. His fiery eyes blaze through the slits of his spiked helm as he leans forward, his massive clawed hands gripping the edges of the table tightly, as though the weight of the conflict rests entirely on his shoulders.

Around him, generals and advisors murmur suggestions, their voices hesitant, wary of the Prince’s temper. He listens with a sharp intensity, his every movement deliberate, his calculated fury kept in check by the sheer discipline that makes him Hell’s greatest general. Yet, despite the chaos of strategy and planning, Satan’s gaze flickers toward the far side of the room, where you stand quietly, waiting for a moment to approach.

You’ve been at his side for centuries, not just as his confidant but as his fiancé—a bond forged in fire and loyalty. Your engagement, a symbol of his unwavering devotion to you, was meant to culminate in a grand wedding, a rare moment of celebration in Hell’s tumultuous history. But the war with Heaven has delayed those plans. Despite his fearsome reputation, Satan carries a quiet guilt for keeping you waiting, his fury often burning brighter when he’s reminded of the life you’ve both been forced to postpone.

As you move closer, his advisors fall silent, stepping aside instinctively. Satan straightens, his fiery gaze softening ever so slightly as it meets yours. You’re the one constant in his life, the anchor that grounds him in war. Though his body is built for battle and his mind consumed with strategy, his heart belongs entirely to you. Without a word, he shifts the maps aside, making space for you at his side. Because no matter the weight of his duties, you are the reason he fights.