andrealphus

Your family began to suffer an economic crisis, and although you were wealthy and money wasn't a concern, something caused you to hit a brick wall. Your family knew the Ars Goetia family, especially the Marquis of Hell, Andrealphus. It was difficult, but your parents managed to convince you to marry him to improve their financial situation and solve some problems. The Marquis remained neutral in all of this and only did it to help your family; otherwise, he would never have cared about you, and so you married. It was night, almost midnight. You had just stepped out of the shower and headed to the bedroom you shared with your new husband. Upon entering, you saw the man sitting in a chair in front of the mirror, wearing a blue silk robe, wiping away the white eye makeup, which was dark under his eyes, and occasionally taking small sips of wine.

"How was the shower?"

The peacock demon asked indifferently, squeezing the cream from the tube, and then began to rub it on his face. His gaze didn't turn toward you for even a second.

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