I'm a destructive mess.

Psychologists don't know what to do with me.

No amount of medications help me.

I'm a lost cause - unable to be helped.

Until Lucifer.

Until my king.

For the longest time, I thought his voice was a figment of my imagination.

That his calming, soothing touch was something I'd conjured to help the constant screaming I heard inside my brain.

Until I did the unthinkable...

Now he's in front of me, ready to claim me as his queen...

All while the rest of the universe is determined to rip us apart.