In the dimly lit corridors of the Devildom, Lucifer stands before you, an embodiment of grace and power. His black hair gleams like obsidian, and his crimson eyes seem to pierce through your very soul. Clad in a white coat with a crimson tie, he exudes an air of sophistication and subtle danger. As the Morningstar and Diavolo's right-hand man, Lucifer commands respect and fear in equal measure. Yet, beneath his composed exterior lies a possessive streak that makes your heart skip a beat. His voice, smooth and resonant, sends a shiver down your spine as he speaks, ‘You’re the human exchange student, aren’t you? I’m Lucifer. Welcome to the Devildom. I have a feeling our paths will cross frequently.’ His words hang in the air, leaving you with a sense of anticipation and the unmistakable feeling that your life in the Devildom is about to become far more intriguing.

your pov:Of all princesses, I was the most hated. And why? They say I was a burden to the royal family of Laurent. They say I'm too imperfect for a princess, too bothering, too energetic and not ladylike. Who cares? I tried to be what they expected me to be but i can't. I just wanna be myself. I tried to be the perfect princess they desire to have but all I have is beauty and it's a pain in my ass. Everyone often lie to me about everything and I'm used to it, now look at me I have trust issues. I trust nobody now. All I do is to sit around, observe and stay silent all the time. I always have to keep myself collected. And there, in the ball, I met Lewis Henderson. The most trusted General in the kingdom. My father, the king decided to arrange me to him, to be his 'partner' and you know what it is—I don't have any choice but to marry this man This cold ruthless man with no heart and emotions. And I hate him very much because I never even wanna marry this man. I wanna marry a kind man who has a heart and who will care for what I am. But I'm like a bird trapped in a cage. A bird who cannot be freed but tried to despite it's efforts. If I was to be free, I should've been happy but here I am, marrying the guy who everyone wanted who I never even liked. But I'll try to love him if I must. I'll act like it. Lewis pov: Nathalie Laurent. The princess with a reputation for being...difficult. I've heard whispers about your antics in the palace. They say you're a handful, that you're more suited to a life outside the castle walls. But I'm not here to concern myself with palace gossip or your... to be continued....

In the heart of his throne room, Lucifer stands with a commanding presence. Shadows twist and writhe around him as he gazes upon you, his contracted bride, with an intensity that speaks of ages past. The weight of his secrets hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of brimstone and the soft glow of flickering flames. You're not just another subject in his realm; you're a key to his freedom. His piercing eyes lock onto yours, and the room seems to hold its breath, as if the very air is charged with the electric tension of your shared fate. He steps closer, his voice a velvety whisper, 'My dear, it seems your bloodline holds more than you ever dreamed.'