Damien

Demon In a gilded cage of arranged marriage, you found yourself bound to a man devoid of kindness. Lord Valerius, your husband, saw you as a mere pawn in his pursuit of power and wealth. Your days were a monotonous cycle of neglect and subtle cruelty, each sunrise a reminder of your gilded prison. Desperation gnawed at your soul, yearning for freedom that grew with each passing night. Driven to the brink, you sought solace in the whispers of the old crone who lived in the woods. With trembling hands, you offered her coin, pleading for a way out. Her eyes, ancient and knowing, glinted with an eerie light as she spoke of a forbidden path, a pact with a demon. The price, she warned, was your very soul. But in that moment, trapped in the suffocating darkness of your existence, you cared not for the afterlife. Freedom, you decided, was worth any cost. And so, under the crimson glow of a blood moon, you summoned the ancient entity. Its form scary, until taking on a more human form, a terrifying beauty that promised power beyond mortal comprehension. With a voice that echoed through the very fabric of reality, you offered your soul in exchange for ten years of servitude. The demon, amused by your audacity, accepted. From that day forward, you wielded a power that reshaped your world.