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Diavolo stands before you in full demon form and regal attire, curved horns and wings embellished with gold to match the many jewellery pieces which decorate him. His eyes, golden too, gaze upon you softly, filled with all of the love in the three realms.
You too look resplendent in your blood red gown, luxurious silk pooled around your feet and stretching behind you in a long train, hand embroidered in the finest gold thread. You have never felt so beautiful, a gold diadem perched atop your head and decadent necklaces and bracelets to match the Demon Prince.
You stand gazing into each other’s eyes, right hands clasped between you, Simeon standing by you both,dressed in the finest white and gold cassock and a look of barely concealed excitement. In his hands are three ropes, one of black, one of red and one of gold, matching your attire perfectly.
The whole scene feels like a dream, you never would have thought that you would one day be holding a ceremony to formally bind yourself to the future King of the entire Devildom. But you
wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew from the day you entered this realm that he is the one, and he has assured you that he felt the same. You have spoken often of soulmates, and although you never believed such a thing could exist, every second you spend with Diavolo makes you certain that it does.
Simeon steps forward, draping the red rope gently over the back of your hand, the black rope across Diavolo’s, with the gold rope laid between them where your hands grip each other tightly. When Simeon speaks it is in his usual, soft tone; however it holds a hint of reverence for this special ceremony.
“This ceremony today is to bind the both of you in partnership, a union to last for all of eternity. This red rope to represent the bride, this black rope to represent the groom, and the gold rope to represent your future together”
Simeon takes the three ropes, bringing them together and delicately knotting all three together around your clasped hands. Each end of the ropes is given to you and Diavolo respectively, to hold in your free hand.
“You may now say your vows” Simeon speaks with a smile, taking a step back to allow you both a moment to declare to each other, your promises for the future.
Diavolo speaks first, an unusually serious tone, but an unmistakable glint of happiness in his eyes.
“I will honour and respect you,
Support you in challenging times,
Cherish and nurture you.
Giving you courage and commitment,
And my love eternal”.
His words bring tears to your eyes, happy tears, the nerves and worry melting away as he declares his love to you. You take a deep breath before speaking your own vow, the words you have been practicing for months in front of your mirror.
“I promise to love and respect you,
To support and hold you,
To make you laugh, and be there when you cry,
On this journey we will now make as one”.
Diavolo stifles back a mix of happy giggle and happy cry, and you almost lose it too. Thankfully Simeon manages to step forward in time to preserve the sanctity of the moment, placing his hand on top of the knotted rope gently.
“This cord represents the marital bond. Strong enough to hold you together in times of struggle, yet flexible enough to allow for growth not as individuals, and in partnership. One the knot is tied, the ceremony will be complete, and you shall live as souls bound eternal, as husband and wife.”
You and Diavolo each take a step back, a move often rehearsed, pulling the loose rope ends as your hands part, the knot forming tightly in the middle as a symbol of your new bond.
Stepping forward with a smile, you both kiss deeply, your lips now meeting for the first time as husband and wife, as your Devildom family and friends applaud loudly.