The Demon Castle had survived centuries of wars. It had withstood celestial crusades, dragon raids, and even a surprise tax inspection from Heaven itself. But it had never, ever, faced this.
The courtyard was rubble. The nobles had fled, bribery forgotten. The chandeliers lay shattered like crystal corpses across the marble. The Demon Army of Love still knelt outside in the tens of thousands, singing hymns about Rei's "godlike husband aura" like deranged choirs at a rock concert.
And in the middle of it all… Rei. Still in his maid outfit. Still clutching his feather duster like a holy relic.
He trembled as the six brides circled one another like predators fighting for the last drop of blood in the world.
Seraphina's wings unfurled, each feather glowing brighter than a cathedral sun.
Drakana's scales burned, her body pulsing like a living volcano.
Lilia's contracts swirled around her like storm winds of ink and fire.
