To Save My Life, I Married the King of Hell

The day I died, the King of Hell flipped open the Book of Life and Death. His red eyes blazed as he gripped my chin and demanded: “Who made you die?” Trembling, I pointed to the notice board in the underworld. “Wasn't this job posting yours?” “Seeking a Hell Consort. Five insurances and a housing fund included. Start work as soon as you die.” The King of Hell was silent for a long moment, then suddenly pulled me into his arms. “That was written for my ex-girlfriend.” “Now you're in charge of making her so mad she comes back to life.”