𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 🔥𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷🔥

🔥𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟣𝟥 🔥 (SMUT)

Disclaimer : This chapter contains smut, do not read if you are underage

A gorgeous girl's reflection appears in her golden mirror, she wears a black veil, her long hair is wavy, a lacy black dress wraps her body, her pale skin creates a sensual contrast with her red lipstick. Lamia looks at herself in the mirror, but she is too nervous to appreciate the marvelous gown she's wearing, made by the Hell's tailor himself, he put his calloused hands all over her body to take her measurements, his eyes shining with a devilish light, but, after some days, the gown was ready, Lamia's skin had never been touched by such a delicate and exquisite tissue. She breathes deeply, trying to calm down, she was not that nervous during the first challenge, Caliban's kiss effected her more than what she wanted to admit, she had thought about it the whole night, he was so sweet and tender, it did not suit him, she just wasn't accustomed to that version of Caliban, and she was absolutely overwhelmed by that new, surprising feeling. Her thoughts are interrupted by someone's knocking on the door.

Lamia turns around, it's Sabrina, who looks lovely in a lilac knee-lenght dress, her maid of honor.

"How do you feel? Oh!"  She looks at the bride, speechless "You look beautiful!"

"Thank you"  The girl says, she turns around, to hide her anxiety.

"Don't worry if you feel nervous, it's your wedding day, after all" Sabrina says.

"Actually" Lamia answers, while she brushes her hair for the last time "That's not my first wedding"

"Oh"

"In 1932, I was Louis Smith's beautiful bride, a mortal carpenter, our wedding lasted one night"  Lamia puts the brush down, a nostalgic expression on her face, like she's remembering a beautiful and pleasing memory of her past. "He really had the sweetest blood I've ever tasted in my life"

"Cool" Sabrina whispers.

"But you know, I'm done with mortals, they're just... boring" Lamia says.

"Of course, besides, it's difficult to come back after a handsome clay demon, prince of Hell" Sabrina grins, mischievous, making Lamia laughs.

"It's time to go" Sabrina says, she's serious this time.

Lamia closes her eyes, she breathes deeply, she looks at herself in the mirror one last time.

"Hey, you'll make it, don't worry, I'm here with you" Sabrina says, she holds her arm, Lamia smiles at her. "Let's go".

At the Court of Hell, everything is ready, Lamia starts walking the aisle, while the organ plays a creepy music, she is conscious about the fact that every single guest is looking at her, she crosses Lilith's proud gaze, beautiful in her elegant dress, and Lamia raises her chin, like a real queen. She sees Sabrina's aunts, aunt Zelda is criticizing the other guests outfits ("How can you wear a black dress for a wedding? Does he really think he looks good in that old scruffy costume? Someone should tell him something...Some people's lack of taste astonish me...") Aunt Hilda is sobbing and crying with a huge flowery hanky ("Oh, the bride is lovely, that reminds me of my Wedding with my dear Doctor Cerberus") and Ambrose is sitting next to them ("Yes Auntie, we heard this story thousands of times..."). Sabrina, as her maid of honour, is waiting for her at the end of the aisle, next to Caliban.  Despite her anxiety, Lamia must admit he looks handsome, she had always thought it, his regular features, his perfectly shaped lips, his long hair. She thinks about their kiss, it was deep, real, and she wanted to repeate the experience. She comes closer to him.

"You look beautiful" he whispers.

Lamia blushes, "Thanks".

They choose each others, or maybe that was their fate, few months ago the girl would have gladly strangled him, but now, as he holds her in her arms, she feels that she could start trusting him. Sabrina did not ask Lamia the reason why she was nervous, the enchantress specifically fears the moment after their wedding, when the bride and the groom are left alone. She had thought about that moment many times, she had always clarified that the union would have just been political, and Caliban had always made clear he would have never forced her, but, lately, she had been thinking about Caliban a lot, at the beginning her thoughts about the handsome demon were filled with hatred, but now, she has started to watch him under a different light, despite his annoying smirk, in fact, Lamia actually enjoyed Caliban's company, under his annoying appearance, the girl discovered they have a very similar personality, they were both smart in a sadistic way, even if Lamia was much more impulsive and Caliban was more rational, and they both have ambition and power as their main goals, not to mention their narcissistic side.
The real truth was that Lamia had always wanted him, since she first saw him the first day she arrived in Hell, when he was at the beach, the wind caressing his hair and face, and she understood there was some sort of natural curiosity from both of them, but then the Unholy Regalia ruined everything.