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.