Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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All was quiet throughout the halls, the silence only making the frantic drum of her heart seem louder than it actually was. The path was longer than usual, at least it felt as such, yet there was anticipation to reach the end, an excitement she felt unprepared for but welcomed wholeheartedly. Her dress shimmered as though it was studded with starlight under the candle-lit chandeliers and sconces, glittering within black folds of lace, tracing intricate patterns along the shape of her body, patterns which were indistinguishable due to the long train being pinned up at her waist to make it easier to move around in. The secrets it held would be revealed in due time, however, for with each step taken, the closer she got to the main doors of the throne room, the place she would be bonded to Mephistopheles, King of Demons, for the rest of her eternity.
The dress hugged her torso, shaped into a corset which laced with black, silk ribbons behind her. The skirt framed her legs in waves, shorter in the front than at the back, reaching at least below her knees, allowing for free movement and showing off her pointed shoes. Each fingernail was painted a flattering shade of red to match the lipstick coating her mouth, providing a small pop of color amongst the darkness.
She looks hauntingly beautiful, spellbinding, borderline ethereal, he thought once he saw her coming at the end of the hall with Ramsey at her side. Her face lit up when she saw Phil waiting for her by the throne room doors, looking handsome in his red suit. The jacket sported black pinstripes and brass chains that draped across the midsection, matching the shiny set of buttons on each black cuff at the end of the sleeves. Between the black lapels is a vertical-striped turtleneck, majorly black with accents of deep crimson, much darker in contrast to the jacket but a perfect match for the pants he wore with it. At Phil's feet are a pair of shined, pointed black shoes fit with short heels and a brass toe. The statement piece of the whole ensemble was the the attachment spread across his shoulders that draped down over the left side of his chest, a mop of dark grey fur styled with soft curls and the brass head of a curly-horned sheep set over the heart. Her own heart pounded even faster as he came to meet her halfway, stopping just a footstep away with an adoring smile on his face.
"The dress looks magnificent on you, Y/N. You look as stunning as the stars in the sky and shine just as brightly." The demon winked at his bride, his words stirring warm emotions in her chest as she smiled wider. Reaching her hand out to him, Y/N couldn't help running a hand along the inner side of his black lapel.
"Not fair. How am I supposed to call you handsome now?" Chuckling softly, Phil gently grabbed her hand and pulled it off his suit to run his thumb over each individual knuckle.
