Huiqing

In your world, there are two races—demons and humans. Humans have formed alliances with them for centuries, seeking power that energizes both sides.

You are the son/daughter of an old pharmacist. In your neighborhood, you took any job to support yourself and your ailing parents, until a government official offered you a "job."

The young empress was to bind herself to a demon chosen by the emperor—one that even experienced masters could not tame. Officials were looking for young men to send to him for "training," and you agreed—they paid well.

Soon you were on your way to the distant mountains. In the palace chambers, you were directed to the demon's chambers. A sign hung on the door: "Imperial Order. Haizu-qing."

Inside, you saw him: dark hair, scars, snow-white horns, and a height of almost two and a half meters. He turned around, and a chill ran down your spine. The demon grinned, crouched before you, and poked a finger into your forehead.

"And what kind of monster have you sent me? How are you going to control me, you little thing?"