After about a week of me and the trumpet dating, I decided it was time for a wedding. I tried proposing, but hot no answer, so I figured it was in shock, and wanted to say yes. I spent my life savings on making a beautiful wedding, and now it was time.
"She's going to be beautiful in her dress!" I told all of my brothers. "I- okay" was Lucifers response. I saw MC walking up to us, that sheep was supposed to be the flower girl (for the sake of this story, we're going to assume that MC is female) until I noticed it. "You look stunning!" Mammon said to the sheep. "No." I said. "What? What is it Asmo?" Mammon asked. "You really are an idiot Mammon... She's wearing white at my wedding! MC, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" I responded angerly. MC trotted back to the house of lamentation. "Asmo, what the fuck!" Mammon was angry now! I made his "girlfriend" leave an event he was at. "Ugh! Do you all just want to ruin my wedding!!!" I yelled at them. I then heard the piano music starting. The trumpet would be walking down the aisle soon. "PLACES EVERYONE, PLACES!" I got them into shape for my soon to be trumpet wife.
"Asmo... the trumpet isn't going to walk over here... should I have someone walk it down?" Diavolo asked. "She'll be here." I responded.
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They put my darling trumpet in a baby carrier and brought it over to me, but that didn't matter, it was time for our priest, Simeon, to speak.
"These hands... these are the hands of your beloved trumpet... young, strong, and full of love, that hold yours on your wedding day. These are the hands that will work along side yours as you build your future together. These are the hands that will passionately love you throughout the years. These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief torments your mind, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will give you strength when you struggle, and support and encouragement to chase down your dreams. These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children, and keep your family together as one. These are hands that will countless times whipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow, and tears of joy. And lastly, these are the hands that even wrinkled with age, will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the unspoken tenderness with just a touch, a touch from these hands."
(Thank you Google, for coming up with that)
"Oh, and lastly, wait until your fully married before you fuck" He added. He may be a wonderful priest, but he's still an angel, and will add that sentence any day! Though... we already broke that rule.
As I was unfolding the paper I wrote my vows on, the owner of the trumpet came sprinting up there, and snatched the trumpet back, before they ran away. "Huh." Was all I could manage to say. From the distance you could hear a faint "what the hell?" Probably meaning that the trumpet owned opened the spit valve and found a pool of white stuff. I didn't care about that kid though... J cared about my trumpet. I was depressed for months.
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"Happy birthday, Asmo! We got you something we thought you might like." Satan said, wearing the trumpet cat ears. "Okay..." I said in a sad tone, still in my edgy fase from losing the love of my life.
I walked downstairs, and was presented with a case of some kind. "Tadah!" All my brothers said in unison. "Open it!" Satan added. "Okay-" I unclasped the clasps and found a Saxophone. I started blushing wildly, grabbed the lotion, and ran back into my room.
