The devil always collects. And so does his son.

Drake

Most guys like their dads.
Most guys aren't the son of the literal devil.

When Daddy Dearest tells me its unseemly for the last living son of the Lord of Hell to be unmarried, I hate to think who he has in mind. Until, I remember I’m technically already married. Yeah, she’s human and I was all of eight at the time. But, still counts.

Now I just need to get my wife to Hell for a meet and greet with Pops and send her back home. Except, our marriage won’t technically be legit until it’s consummated. And I don’t know that I want to send her home…

Wren

Most girls live normal lives.
Most girls aren’t married to the devil’s son.

There is something weirdly familiar about the new guy next door, but I can’t place it. Then a weird little demon thing turns up in my room to tell me a prince of Hell wishes for an audience with me. Oh, yeah. And, apparently – while I’m not even eighteen yet – he’s my husband?

So, I find myself stuck in Hell with a husband. And, I guess I don’t hate it as much as I thought I would. There’s always something going on and things to discover. And soon, I don’t know that I want to go home.

Please be aware that this story uses Australian English spelling and syntax. Not recommended for younger readers due to mature content.