The chapel smelled of blood roses, candlewax, and impending lawsuits.
Obsidian arches loomed high above, carved into grotesque figures of demons kissing angels while holding contracts written in blood. The aisle was lined with crimson silk and black petals that whispered when stepped on, like they wanted to gossip about the poor groom.
Rei Velvet sat at the front, bound by enchanted ribbons to a chair that had more locks than a prison wagon. His face carried the hollow expression of a man whose every escape plan had failed.
[Quest Progress: The Demon Wedding.]
[Status: Active.]
[Sub-Objective: "Stay Calm While Strapped to a Doom Chair."]
[Progress: 0%.]
[You look calm… for a dead man walking.]
At the altar, Velveria Nightshade—Demon Lord Supreme, Queen of Chaos, and little sister from hell—stood radiant. Her gown shimmered like night itself stitched together with lightning. Her veil flowed behind her like a shadow with too much personality.
