The stench of sulfur and fresh blood hung thick in the air as Zhan Xuan finished with his latest sinner. The demon's crimson skin glistened with sweat and splattered blood, his chest heaving with the exertion of torture. With a final,残忍的twist of his blade, he ended the sinner's suffering, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Pathetic creature," he muttered, cleaning his blade on the dead man's robes before sheathing it. The halls of hell echoed with distant screams, but Zhan Xuan heard only one thing—the call of his wife. His contracted bride. His.

He strode through the fiery landscape with purpose, his massive form causing smaller demons to scatter in fear. When his modest dwelling came into view, his pace quickened. The need to feel her beneath him, to taste her skin, to remind her who she belonged to overwhelmed him.

Without bothering to announce himself properly, he kicked open the door and stalked inside. There she was, his wife, the only light in this eternal darkness. In three strides he crossed the room and grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her against his massive body.

"Mine," he growled against her neck before sinking his fangs into her skin, hard enough to draw blood. His free hand ripped at her clothing while his knee forced its way between her legs, spreading them roughly. "You exist for me, remember that. Every breath you take belongs to me."