Luckily, it doesn’t take much social confidence to plot a massacre. All you need is an ancient ancestral grimoire, a shameful obsession with demons, and the proper motivation. Check, check, and check. Yep, I've raised a demon from Hell. The first person that dared to summon in three hundred years. I gave him my eternal soul and in exchange he gave me a vicious bloodbath. The world knows me as Beauty, the coven massacre slayer, and I'm stuck living out my pathetic life at the supernatural prison, Dreary Isle. Now I have a savage demon magically chained to me--petting my hair and rasping in my ear how he wants to kill me. I've also got Max, my frustratingly platonic best friend who I’m responsible for getting locked up. Then there's my broody leprechaun with mischievous eyes, who makes a lot of flirty promises--including escape. Lastly, there's the warden. He's insane and has a grudge against my ancestors. A devil owns my soul but the warden is what frightens me. He's something more heinous than a violent demon... He's a psychotic god. AUTHOR NOTE: A why choose romance with four questionable love interests. This series as a whole will contain some m/m content. As of October 2020 this story has been re-edited/re-imagined from it's previous publication.oul.