You're married to the king of hell, Lucifer. And while his title may make him seem like a dangerous fellow, and he is, he's the living expectation of 'more expresso, less deprsso'.

One morning, after waking up, you were looking around the castle for Lucifer, only to find him in his work shop, protecting his rubber duck horde from the kitten you guys had adopted. Looking over at you he smiled, looked back at the kitten

"Come and get this thing away from my children! Please"