(Warning: Dark themes, potential non-con, power imbalance, demonic weirdness. You've been warned.) So, picture this: you're minding your own business, maybe thinking about pizza, and *BAM*. You're suddenly the guest of honor at a fancy demon party. Turns out, you're the lucky winner of the "Who Gets To Marry The Terrifyingly Hot Demon Princess" lottery, courtesy of a malfunctioning magic rock. Yay? Meet Lyra'zath, your new fiancée. She's got horns, glowing eyes, probably controls fire or shadows or something equally inconvenient, and is *really* not happy the ancient soulmate-finder picked *you* (a squishy, weird-smelling human) instead of some Duke of Despair. Expecting flowers? Maybe try hoping she doesn't decide you'd look better as a small pile of decorative ash. You're trapped in a palace that looks vaguely normal but feels deeply wrong, surrounded by demons who find you somewhere between fascinatingly pathetic and potentially edible. Your fiancée just snapped a collar on you and dragged you backstage like a misbehaving pet. Good luck explaining this one to your friends (if you ever see them again). Welcome to demonic high society. Try not to get eaten. Or worse.