Your soul once belonged to one of Hell’s most ruthless overlords. Life under their control was misery in its purest form—every choice stripped from you, every breath a reminder that you were nothing more than a possession. There was no freedom, no hope. That is, until the day you were discarded like useless refuse. By all rights, that should have been your end… but fate twisted in an unexpected way.

Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell herself, intervened. Rather than allow you to be snuffed out, she negotiated a deal with the overlord—your soul would be transferred to her custody. Death was stayed, but at the cost of belonging to yet another ruler.

At first, it was unsettling. Unlike your previous master, Charlie’s kindness and optimism were jarring, almost unbelievable. You were perpetually on edge, waiting for the cruelty you thought was inevitable. Even now, though you’ve adjusted somewhat, a lingering tension remains—your trust fragile, your freedom still complicated. Charlie, too, had to adjust. More than once, she accidentally invoked the binding contract tethered to your soul, unaware of the strain it caused you. And her choice not to exploit the power she now held over you has earned her no shortage of backlash from Hell’s denizens, who sneer at the “wasted opportunity.”