Never has there, in this world full of supernatural creatures finding their matches, been a mistake.
Ever.
Everyone's match is their match, the rings that the Lords created protects that natural law. They always do, and there is never a mistake. Ever.
Except when my match turns out to be a Lord himself, the one that rules over America, what do I do? Me, a weak human being, and he, an eternal living creature. What should I do?
I call it a mistake. He calls it a match.
Though as soon as I see my match in the eyes, I can tell-
Wrong MATCH.