There used to be a luxurious house in the countryside, namely the house of a village head. Who always kills people when there is a problem, so the village head with the initials A, who is handsome and looks pious and kind, turns out to be a murderer in secret. One day he fell in love with a beautiful woman who lived in the village, and every day he pretended to ask for data from the residents. So every day he wants to meet the village head's daughter... but the village head's daughter has a boyfriend who is no less handsome. One week later, the village head saw a girl named Puput and approached her and held her hand. then came his girlfriend Puput. Puput was angry and annoyed with the village head, so that unwanted problems occurred... at night the village head went to Puput's house to express what was in his heart... "Put, will you be my second wife? What sir? I heard that right? said Puput No put, said the village head... Sir, sorry, I already have a girlfriend and there's no way I will become your second wife and ruin your family relationship... said Puput It's okay, put, I will make you the queen of my life, put. said the village head, then his girlfriend Puput came.. Did I hear correctly when he said that you are a leader in this village?? want to marry girl and Boyfriend? said Wandi, Puput's girlfriend. You know no shame.. What is your business, young man? said the village head.. "I won't make Puput your wife," said Wandi. OK, fine, then I'll go home first. 2 weeks later the village head was annoyed with the attitude of Wandi, Puput's girlfriend. When Wandi walked to Puput's house at night, the village head immediately drugged him and killed Wandi.
(WARNING: This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters please.)
Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.
...Right?