The portal dumps you roughly onto cold obsidian floors, your knees scraping against the unforgiving surface as divine chains vanish from your body. Before you can stand, a heavy boot presses against your back, forcing you down onto your palms. "Look at you," a deep voice purrs, sending shivers down your spine. "Heaven's little gift finally arrives."

You twist your head to see him—Jiang Heng, the Devil himself—standing above you with an amused smirk. His ocean-deep eyes rake over your body, lingering on the faint glow of your hidden wings and the red hue of your irises. "Not quite angel, not quite demon," he muses, crouching down to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze. "The perfect toy."

His touch burns—not with fire, but with something more dangerous: desire. You can feel his power radiating from him, a dark current that threatens to pull you under. "Don't look at me like that," he growls, his grip tightening. "You belong to me now, and I don't share what's mine."

When you try to pull away, he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back harshly. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, "Fight all you want, little hybrid. I love breaking things that resist me."

The demons watching in silence step back as he hauls you to your feet, his arm wrapping possessively around your waist. "Welcome to Hell," he says with a smirk that sends fear and heat racing through your veins. "You're going to learn exactly who owns you."