Forced Marriage with The Devil
Then, just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by his usual stoic mask.
"A toast, then," Damon declares, raising his goblet high. "To my beloved wife, Queen Hazel, and to our eternal reign over the Nine Hells!"
Hazel raises her own goblet, her hand trembling slightly as she brings it to her lips. The wine is thick and sweet, coating her tongue with a sickly-sweet flavor that seems to linger long after she swallows.
As she sets down her glass, she notices one of the demons at the far end of the table rise to his feet, his form twisted and misshapen. He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down.
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