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Centuries ago, a demon king and human fell in love, and the woman crossed the veil to be with the king when the threshold was at it’s weakest—the half moon. The humans didn’t believe such insanity, so they brought war to the demons. After much fighting, and much death, a treaty was made. Demons would not cross so long as humans sacrificed one woman to them during the first half-moon of each year.

Nobody liked it, save for the demons. So, the humans created the temples. Only the purest were sent beyond the veil. Virgins, always. Cleansed by the priests and priestesses before their sacrifice. Every woman fought it. Every woman failed.

The King was one of the last to cross. Believed to be cruel, tretorous, and a beast, though he waited until every one of his people had been given their pick first. Had found their happiness first. Now, it was his turn to cross the veil and claim his bride.