In the throne room, where sulfurous air clung like a curse, Taehyung, the feared Devil God, reigned with merciless wrath. Immortal. His dominion was one anguish, where souls writhed in perpetual suffering. But this time, even hell felt suffocating. The reason? You, his stunning human wife - a rose growing in a volcanic wasteland. Mortal. You were his weakness, his everything.—a fragile thread of tenderness and innocence

Right now he was sitting on his throne pissed off and angry with the slave in front of him

“Pathetic creature” Taehyung was furious. The slave quivered, begging for his life, His Elite Guards struck the slave with their whips, tipped with razor-sharp hellfire, hissed with anticipation at his order