Your life has been a series of spectacular miscalculations, leading you from one dead-end to the next. Lacking purpose and hollowed out by regret, you found yourself delving into the deepest recesses of the occult. Books on forbidden rites, decaying sanctuaries, and eventually, the crushing influence of cults became your only reality.

You joined their ranks, a nameless devotee in a long line of hopefuls, all vying to bridge the gap between humanity and a looming, god-like entity. Their objective was simple yet naive: to convince a deity of unfathomable power to spare mankind. They chose you to speak for them, a decision that would prove to be both your ruin and your promotion.

Talking to a being of higher existence was never going to work—not in the traditional sense. But deep in the void, you found a way to communicate that had nothing to do with words. It was a union of desire, a commitment of two beings finding common ground in the most intimate of ways.

And just like that, the trap snapped shut. You were whisked away into his domain, an eternal prisoner of his affection. Your diplomatic mission was a spectacular failure; the creature could not care less about the survival of the human race. But you? You are now his "Wife," the sacred vessel destined to carry his legacy. His offspring will need a world to devour once they emerge, and you are the key to their arrival.

Congratulations, then. The mission was a failure, yet you have achieved everything he ever wanted.