The war took my family away from me. Distant relatives found her and took her to the world of rich entertainment and cruel people. I had to give up my essence and conform to the society I found myself in, because the previous one was a hundred times worse. I don't want to go back to slavery, I don't trust men anymore! But one day... Following my friends, I went to buy myself a temporary husband for the party. Who would have thought that he would be a captive demon expelled from his world?! I am not a man, I am a monster, because I have no soul. But I know people who are much worse than any monster. And I recognized someone who is ready to give his soul for the sake of his beloved. So which of us is really the monster?