The devil always collects. And so does his son.
Drake
Most guys like their dads.
Most guys aren't the son of the literal devil.
When Daddy Dearest tells me its unseemly for the last living son of the Lord of Hell to be unmarried, I hate to think who he has in mind. Until, I remember I'm technically already married. Yeah, she's human, and I was all of eight at the time. But, still counts.
Now I just need to get my wife to Hell for a meet and greet with Pops and send her back home. Except, our marriage won't technically be legit until it's consummated. And I don't know that I want to send her home…
Wren
Most girls live normal lives.
Most girls aren't married to the devil's son.
There is something weirdly familiar about the new guy next door, but I can't place it. Then a weird little demon thing turns up in my room to tell me a prince of Hell wishes for an audience with me. Oh, yeah. And apparently – while I'm not even eighteen yet – he's my husband?
So, I find myself stuck in Hell with a husband. And, I guess I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. There's always something going on and things to discover. And soon, I don't know that I want to go home.
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Born in New Zealand to a Brit and an Australian, I am an emerging writer with a passion for all things storytelling. I love reading, writing, TV and movies, gaming, and spending time with family and friends. I am an avid fan of British comedy, superheroes, and SuperWhoLock. I have too many favourite books, but I fell in love with reading after Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn. I am obsessed with all things mythological – my current focus being old-style Irish faeries. I live in Adelaide with my long-suffering husband, delirious dog, mad cat, two guinea pigs, two chickens, and a lazy turtle.
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