Marrying The Demon

The delicate click of heels on marble sounded behind him. Iblis turned and sucked in a gasp of surprise.

His new bride was dressed in silver. The lacy fabric hugged her curves, and enhanced her slender waist, showcasing the exotic flare of her hips and the swell of her bountiful breasts bound in the bodice of her dress. The front half of her ink-black hair was braided with tiny pearls and clasped behind her head in a crown that held up her white veil, while the rest pooled down her back and swayed at her knees in thick curly waves.

As she walked towards him with a bouquet of flowers in her hands, the light from the chandeliers showered her with a luminous radiance that took his breath away.

Beautiful.

How could there be such a beautiful creature in this world?

She had been in his palace for over a week. He saw her in clothes and without clothes. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible for someone to undergo a complete makeover in a jail. And it was even less likely for that to h