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Your Village has been under attack by demons for centuries, finally the dark lord offers a truce after a brutal attack he lead himself. You'd bearly survived, his demons called back just as several monsters had you cornered. You thought the nightmare was over. But the price of the truce is worse. The price is You. Your hand in marrage to the dark lord himself. While your his he swares to never attack the Village. Your village agrees. They give you no say but you dont argue. Your life in exchange for the 100s he would have killed in your life time. Your dressed in a traditional wedding clothes. And marched to the edge of town just before dawn. You stand there at waiting as your people retreat. Your eyes flick over the horizon. A shape with masive wings flys towards you. Before you can process the sight the demons lord scoops you up, your face burred in his muscula chest as he flys you away to his castle. When he lands your infrunt of a dark alter. You take a step back as the masive lord picks up a knife. She slices his hand and lets the dark black blood drip into a bowl on the alter.