Married to a Demon

Prologue

This dream was weird.

With a bridal bouquet in hand, Lisa found herself in a church. A very gothic church, with indoor gargoyles that looked at them with an evil look. Flames were even coming out of their hideous mouths! Hundreds of people framed the central aisle, which she slowly walked up on the arm of a skeleton proud as a pope.

-I'm so happy to see him get married, said Nestor, wiping a tear from his empty eye socket.

Interested, she glanced at the audience. Here too, many moved skeletons, some of whom were crying their eyes out. A woman, she assumed, was standing in the bony arms of her husband, who was patting her shoulder blades with a strange sound. Behind her, a troll was clapping. Women with black leather wings floated above the audience, all smiles. People with vampire, crocodile, monster heads stood on all sides, seeming to rejoice at Lisa's appearance. There were zombies, too, whose slanted heads did not prevent them from enjoying the show.

Strangely, in her pure white dress and under her long lace veil, Lisa felt completely out of place. A living human, accompanied to the altar by an emotional skeleton.

The priest was a zombie with all his teeth, but no lips to hide them. With stringy hair on his forehead and one eye missing, he waved his hand engagingly at her.

As for the groom...

His skin was a deep red, horns adorned his forehead and silky black hair fell to his shoulders. His red eyes darted at her, he displayed a half-smile.

Tall. He was very tall in his black and red military looking wedding outfit. Manly, but damn red! And he had slit pupils!

-Miss Lisa Peronne, do you want to take for husband Satan, King of the Underworld and the Demonic Kingdoms, Sovereign of the Dead, of the Monsters and Demons of all kinds?