Marrying The Demon

The sharp clack of heels on marble sounded behind him. Iblis turned and sucked in a gasp of surprise.

His new bride was dressed in silver. The lacy fabric hugged her curves, and enhanced her slender waist, showcasing the exotic flare of her hips and the swell of her bountiful breasts bound in the bodice of her dress. The front half of her ink-black hair was braided with tiny pearls and clasped behind her head in a crown that held up her white veil, while the rest pooled down her back and swayed at her knees in thick curly waves.

As she walked towards him with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, the light from the chandeliers showered her with a luminous radiance that took his breath away.

Beautiful.

How could there be such a beautiful creature in this world?

She had been in his palace for over a week. He saw her in clothes and without clothes. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for someone to undergo a complete makeover in a jail. And it was even less likely for that to happen when the jail was his dark dungeon.

So...why did he feel as if the woman before him had transformed into a beautiful goddess?

Spellbound by the beauty of his bride, Iblis found himself walking towards her and holding out his right arm. A moment of silence passed, in which a flicker of hesitation flashed across her face, before she transferred her bouquet to her right hand, and slide her left hand around his elbow.

Smiling in satisfaction, he slightly lifted the front end of her long dress, so she wouldn't trip, and helped her to the spiraling staircase.

Instantly, the curious gazes of the guests fell on their figures. When they saw the Demon Lord's actions of holding his new bride's dress, gasps of astonishment and disbelief swept through the hall.

"Oh, my goddess! I think I've had too much drink. Why am I seeing the Demon Lord holding his new wife's dress?"

"Fuck! So I'm not the only one?"

"A man of his caliber is lowering himself to serve a nameless, purchased woman. Am I still in the same world?"

The male guests were flabbergasted. They couldn't wrap their heads around the image of the fearsome Demon Lord holding a woman's dress with an attentive and focused expression. The females, on the other hand, were burning with jealousy.

This was the Demon Lord. The man who even the combined might of the Werewolf King, Fae King, and Vampire King couldn't bring down. The legends about him were as gruesome as he was beautiful. And yet, he was humbly leading a woman that hadn't yet become his wife to the wedding dais in a pious manner.

This was an action that even their mediocre husbands had never condescended themselves to perform. And yet, the infamous man of the world was doing exactly what their husbands and mates disdained to even consider.

So to say they were jealous would be an understatement.

Equally shocked and stunned speechless, the mistresses of the Demon Lord watched the couple walk towards them with dazed expressions on their faces.

In the years they have known the man, he didn't even bother to dine with them, let alone pick up their dress. But for this woman...he actually acted like a bridesmaid holding up the train of the bride's dress.

The hearts of the Mistresses soured with jealousy and unwillingness. They couldn't understand how they were any worse than a purchased good to be slighted and for her to deserve such treatment. Raising to their feet, they dipped into a bow at the couple, and felt even more wronged when the Demon Lord assisted the woman to climb the stairs step by step from the side like an attentive maidservant.

Unaware of the commotion he caused with his actions, the Demon Lord stunned the crowd even further when he helped the woman to her silver throne and aligned the folds of her skirt.

"Fuck! Is this really the nefarious cold-blooded, savage demon of the Northeast?"

"You're asking me, who am I supposed to ask? The First Queen didn't even receive this treatment."

"Maybe...there's something special about this woman."

The crowd was boiling with excitement and amazement. They crowded around the wedding dais to get a closer view of the never before seen sight of the ruthless demon serving his wife.

Iblis grabbed a tray of snacks and strode to his bride's side with a glass of water. "Here, have a sip of water and moisten your throat. I know you've been busy since early morning. After we exchange the vows, you can get some rest."

Shamsiya skeptically glanced at the cup of water, and then at the smiling demon. Was this some sort of ritual to lower her guard, or did he add something to the water?

She didn't believe the Demon Lord would change so easily. The man was savage and brutal to the core, with a stone for a heart. Without a doubt, there must be a scheme behind his actions.

Smiling slightly, she whispered a quiet thank you and took the glass. Whatever he planned, she would face it head-on. Seeing her finish the cup of water, the man's lips stretched into a grin that sent alarm bells ringing in her ears.

Shamsiya tightened her grip around her bouquet, wondering if it was strong enough for her to use it as a weapon. Feeling the thin stems, she concluded she would have to use her ability to make it as sturdy and deadly as a sharp sword.

"Try these snacks. They aren't filling, but they will tame your hunger."

The demon extended an exquisite tray with an assortment of exotic fruits and pastries arranged in a beautiful blooming peony around two interlocking diamond rings. Shamsiya frowned and stared at the two rings in confusion.

A strange notion flashed in her mind, but she immediately rejected the thought when she recalled who she was marrying.

This man wasn't a handsome romantic or a lover of five years. He was cold and cruel, and slept with over a thousand women before meeting her. She was marrying the Demon Lord. The man who slaughtered without a thought or a reasonable cause.

Such a man, would he propose to her on his knees with a diamond ring in hand?

She scoffed at the thought. The confusion in her eyes immediately dispelled, and a mocking sneer surfaced on her face. She raised her head, but before she could initiate a taunting banter with the man, the fucking demon knelt at her feet and presented the twin rings to her.

"Woman, I've never done something like this before. But I promised you I would treat you with the respect and honor deserving of my wife and queen. I heard the humans have a tradition of proposing with a ring before taking the wedding vows. So...ahem...will you marry me and make me the happiest male alive?"

Instantly, the air stilled as if a pause button had been pressed. The distinguished guests, the beautiful mistresses, and the Demon Queen, who was descending the spiral stairs, froze in place as if a bomb dropped on their heads.

They gaped at the man kneeling before the woman as if he suddenly grew two heads.

The Demon was kneeling! That too, with proposal rings!

What the hell was going on!?