Deadly Saints [18+]

061: She-Devil

|Isadora Cordova|

Majority of the female population dream at the ripe age of eight and onwards to be married, they fantasies about the perfect prince that will rescue them from all the evil in the world, sweeping them off their feet to live happily ever after. Once true love is established between the pair, they wed and eventually have a baby. That seemingly is societies version of a happily ever after, every little girl wanted to fall in love and eventually get married because that is the norm.

Me however, I never pictured myself getting married. I wasn't build for the whole white dress and tearful exchange of vows. I am equipped for destruction and I loved every aspect of it. That's what many get wrong I see the way some people hate the life they are in, they hate killing and can't handle the consequences and expectations of being a killer. That hatred festering within them, for me it is replaced with euphoria because I loved the chase and even more the kill. Hatred did manifest within me when it came to marriages however.

Marriage is simply irrelevant, a sham that gave you false hope. I watched countless men cheat on their wives and vice versa.

What is the meaning of those vows that were taken if only to be broken? Empty promises and lies for a better life together? I didn't want that.

Marriage is a lie and everyone knew that, they were just too scared to admit it. One person is not faithful because they proclaimed to be there for their significant other through sickness and in health, till death do you part. A person is faithful because the love they have for the other is deep and zealous that the mere thought of breaking their heart is all to devastating that you couldn't breathe for another second.

That is entirely what I felt going into this arrangement, analyzing the stark snow wedding dress. It is hilarious, the colour of purity being worn by me. The entire concept is funny since none of us were saints, this further illustrates that marriage is deception.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror. There wasn't a reason for me to splurge on an extravagant gown that I didn't want or believe in. Instead, I chose a simple mermaid style that flared at the bottom, silk encrusting the material along the sweetheart line is diamonds that outlined my breasts. It is also off-shouldered, the short lacy sleeves settling against my forearm. The veil dragged upon the floor, longer than I expected. The hired hairstylists that styled my hair in subtle curls with extensions, parting my fringe to one side. My makeup is on the bronze side, with a brown nude lip and matching eye shadow, the highlight is popping and my contoured jaw could cut a bastard.

There are a million thoughts flooding my mind, more importantly the urge to hurl is positively strong. I am going to do this, it's really about to happen. Honestly, I would rather take a gun to my head and pull the trigger because the mere thought of being tied to Bane, is more painful than death in my opinion.

Many would consider this not the mentality I should be in when I am marrying someone else but fuck it. Diavolo never left my mind, ever since that phone I have kicked myself for not going to meet him. When he started begging, I swear a fraction of myself shattered in that moment. Bombarding me with suffocating emotions that squeezed my heart. Frankly I couldn't breathe when he pleaded with me, so I did what I knew would keep him safe. I cut all ties once and for all; we couldn't go back into the pattern of sex and arguments.

Jeopardizing his life for a fuck isn't what I wanted because as much as the fucker pissed me off, the thought of any harm coming to him is enough to send me into a rampage.

I wondered if he would come today, knowing him it would be with guns blazing and surprisingly I smiled at the thought.

I desperately needed Alysanne, fuck I needed all of my girls because today will seal my faith.