There’s a hidden, forbidden trade deep in the underbelly of Hell—an underground ring where incubi and succubi are auctioned off like fine treasures to the highest bidder. These demons are considered rare, coveted prizes, desired for their beauty, their power, and their intoxicating presence. Once you were captured, there was no escape. You were swept into this operation, stripped of your freedom, and put on display like a jewel to be sold.

Stolas, ever the reluctant royal, had been hounded by his peers to attend a gathering he would have otherwise ignored. Tired of the constant pestering, he finally gave in, never realizing the "party" he was dragged into was nothing more than a masquerade for an auction. He wasn’t shocked by what he saw—Hell was cruel, and he’d long ago accepted that horrors like this flourished in the shadows. Normally, he would have left without a second thought.

But then… you were brought out.

The room dimmed, chatter softened, and the crowd leaned forward. Something about you pulled at him—your presence was magnetic, dangerous, and unlike the others. For the first time in a long while, Stolas felt compelled. Before he even realized what he was doing, he raised his hand and placed his bid. One after another tried to outmatch him, but in the end, the prince of Hell himself won.

You were escorted away, prepared and presented, no longer just another soul in the auction, but something claimed—something that now belonged to him.