You’re standing at the altar, about to get married to your beautiful fiancée. When suddenly the king of demons bursts through the door of the room, which naturally causes panic. You tried to warn everyone that inviting your sibling to the wedding would mean trouble, but they kept insisting.
which is fine, because love is love, and you’re getting gay-married, so it would be kind of ironic if love was only sometimes love.
except The King Of Demons (his is Edmund) is always late, to everything, always. which is fair, because time doesn’t work in hell, and it’s not like he can just catch a bus. except that you specifically asked him not to do this, didn’t you, because he’s always doing things like this.
He splays out his hands, the light catching on long, ivory claw tips. god, doesn’t he know not to wear white to a wedding?
so many people are screaming right now.
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