Three ex-husbands and a marriage

Wedding

The demon realm erupted into joyous celebration, reveling in the dual triumphs of victory and the impending marriage of the Demon King. The air crackled with excitement as demons from all corners gathered to witness the union of their king. Colorful banners adorned the grand hall, mirroring the vibrant cheers that echoed through the atmosphere. Amidst the festivities, we were ushered into a lavish chamber, its dark, regal decorations creating an ominous yet celebratory ambiance. The scent of incense hung heavy, heightening the tension in the air.

Whispers passed through the demons in attendance, their voices a mix of uncertainty and awe, unsure whether to cheer or mourn. Man Chiu's face remained frosty, his aura pulsating with palpable rage and anger. As we walked towards thrones made from skulls, he spoke chillingly, "These skulls belong to the leaders of demons and humans who lost their lives in battle. We sit upon them to eternally remember the tragedy inflicted by the celestials."

I swallowed the tears of guilt pooling in my eyes, my perspective on the terrifying thrones shifting. Throughout the demon realm, buildings adorned with skulls and ancient artifacts took on a new significance. What I once thought were trophies of conquest now revealed themselves as altars, dedicated to the remembrance of their pain.

Upon the raised platform, facing the assembled demons, Bai Mingling stood between us and addressed the crowd with a magnified voice. "Bow down to your King and Queen. May they lead us to victory as we conquer the celestials and restore the balance of the three realms. Kneel!"

The demons roared in celebration, their voices shaking the grand hall before they prostrated themselves on the ground. "May they lead us to victory!" they shouted in unison, their fervent declaration echoing through the celebratory air.

Soon the joyous celebration transitioned into a solemn procession as we were led to our bridal chambers, adorned with ominous red and black decor. The walls whispered with the echoes of battles past, and the air hung heavy with the scent of candles, each flickering flame casting shadows that danced in rhythmic patterns.

As we entered the chamber, it became apparent that meticulous care had been taken in preparing for the wedding nuptials. The room was a symphony of red and black, with rich fabrics and dark tapestries adorning every corner. Thousands of candles bathed the room in a warm, amorous glow, creating an intimate ambiance for the momentous occasion.

However, once inside, Man Chiu extinguished the majority of the candle flames, leaving only a sparse few to cast dim, ethereal glows. The sudden darkness added an unsettling edge to the room, transforming the once warm and inviting atmosphere into something more foreboding. The shadows danced with an eerie grace as he approached, his eyes fixed on mine. The remaining candlelight accentuated the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the intensity that emanated from him. The air between us crackled with a tension that mirrored the conflicting emotions within me—moments of happiness and dread intertwined.

"Can we let the past stay there?" I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the heavy silence.

"You and I have both lost our memories of that day, but unlike you, I have the memories of the tens of thousands of years of suffering," he replied. His fingers trailed up my arm, sending shivers down my spine. He pinched my chin and lifted it, forcing me to meet his gaze, letting his words linger in the quiet chamber.

"Why this charade? My powers are gone, and I'm weaker than a human now. What do you hope to gain?" I questioned, the weight of his stare making it hard to breathe.

He smirked, his eyes darkening. Without warning, he reached up and removed my golden hairpins, letting them clatter to the ground. My hair cascaded around my shoulders, and before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine. The world spun as my heart raced, the coldness in me seeking warmth from his fiery touch. His kiss was possessive, and demanding, a stark reminder of our twisted fate. His lips became more possessive, prying mine open and letting his tongue sneak in to explore my moistness.