I thought my angel fiancé was a chaste god—until I caught him pleasuring himself to my stepsister’s lingerie.During a monster attack, he shielded her from a mere scratch, leaving me to be torn apart. Bleeding in the dirt, I overheard his vicious plot: at tomorrow's altar, he’ll drain my pure blood dry, then toss my broken body to the Underworld’s crippled dragon as a sacrificial bride in her place. They wanted me dead. Instead, I willingly donned the black veil and marched straight into hell.
