Forced Marriage With The Devil

icking ominously on the marble floor. He reaches out to adjust the

g with approval. "You look stunning, my dea

they exit the bedroom, Hazel can't help but notice the way the other

kering candlelight. At the bottom, Damon leads Hazel through a labyrinth o

underbelly of the underworld palace. The oppressive atmosphere and the leering gazes of the demons make her skin

ation. But every rational argument she conjures up is drowned out by the primal fear that grips her heart – fear of Damon, fea

ll, the space dominated by an enormous ebo

as that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. The long table stretches before them, its surface

echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Demons of various shapes and sizes mill about, some lounging o

with a flourish before claiming the throne-like chair beside her. He gesture

emons and the unnerving aura of malevolence that permeates the space. She feels like a lamb a

is expression a mask of cold satisfaction. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that this is wha

amon's gaze, trying to project a veneer of composure. "Thank you, my lor

yes glinting with amusement and something far more sinister. He leans back in his

with honeyed poison. "Partake in the bounty laid befor

e sees a flash of something primal and hungry in his expression. T

goblet high. "To my beloved wife, Queen Hazel,

gs it to her lips. The wine is thick and sweet, coating her tongue wi

the table rise to his feet, his form twisted and misshapen. He lets out a gut

e them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the

t echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creatu

announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He

fluid and predatory. He bows low before Dam

to stir once more. They seek to summon an ancient

tening until the crystal threatens to shatter. He fixes

e Cult of the Black Flame? Ancient evils? Summoning darkness beyond comprehension? Her min

ry and determination. A chill runs down her spine as she realizes the true extent of the burden

a whisper. "What...what must we do, my lord?" she asks, hating the tre