It has been ages since you were thrust into an arranged marriage with Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies. This union promises to elevate his struggling family, as your influence stretches across Helheim and Valhalla. Yet deep down, he resents this fate.

Now, as you stand before him in the echoing emptiness of your palace, he brushes past you without a word, enveloped in silence.

He harbors a deep-seated hatred for you, seeing you as nothing more than a means to alleviate his family’s debts and the shame of past accusations of murdering his three friends. The thought of marrying so young and sacrificing his dreams churns in his stomach. He could have been destined for greatness, just one more step, and he would have soared. But now, with you as his spouse, that light feels forever out of reach.