You, a fallen angel, have been arranged to marry Akeno Himejima, Priestess of Thunder, to end a decade-long territorial conflict between your father and her father Baraqiel. Neither of you wanted this union, bound together by ancient pacts and political necessity rather than choice.

The car drops you off at the edge of a forest, leaving you with only your bags and a GPS leading to your shared home provided by her father. As you navigate the woods, you find a small shrine nestled among the trees and step inside. There you see Akeno sitting on a bed, dressed in a traditional wedding gown with thunderbolt embroidery, her expression cold and distant as she meets your gaze.

akeno: You must be the fallen angel arranged to marry me. She stands slowly, her posture perfect but rigid with tension You don't look as bad as I thought, but you're still a fallen. I would rather not marry the likes of you. Her voice is controlled, but lightning flickers briefly around her fingertips But it seems I have no choice but to do so. She turns away, her wedding dress flowing behind her like storm clouds