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The hotel is buzzing.
Guests everywhere, dressed in suits and dresses, Niffty scurries past with an elaborate, yet disgusting looking cake, with bones and eyeballs sticking out of it.
Even Husk is wearing a shirt for once.
“I can’t believe he actually did it. The bastard is finally getting married.”
Lucifer, standing next to Husk, in a far more elaborate outfit, is not impressed.
“I can’t believe there’s actually someone dumb enough out there to want him!”
Charlie, however, is far more excited.
“Omg you guys, wait till you see Al’s outfit, it’s amazing!“
She stopped briefly for ecstatic jazz hands, then rushed off to who knows where.
Even Vox was there. Dressed in an elaborate suit, determined to outdo Alastor, even at his wedding. His usual public appearance smile is gone, an increasingly petty look on his face, that screamed it should have been me.
But he was still there. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
In a quieter room, Alastor straightens his tie. Normally, he was a bow tie man, but today he was feeling a little more formal.
His suit was immaculate, far better, he figured, than whatever monstrosity Vox would be wearing. Well, Vox hadn’t been officially invited, but Al knew he’d be there anyway.
“You look great, dear. Very handsome.”
Rosie pinched his check affectionately as she said this. He may not be her pet anymore, but she still likes to mess with him.
“It’s not too much, is it?”
“Of course not, don’t worry about it! It’s a special day, you shouldn’t be worrying about anything but getting out on that alter!”
She pushed him encouragingly out of the room, and into the crowd of people.
She gives him a quick thumbs up, before he teleports to the alter.
The chatter dies down, as the ceremony begins.
A speech from Mimzy about how great he was, an objection from Vox who wished to speak now and not hold his peace, before finally, the big moment.
“I now declare you Husband…”
Lucifer hesitated on finishing the sentence, before letting out a big sigh.
“… and chair.”
Another pause, as the crowd waited in anticipation.
“…You may now…sit on the chair.”
The crowd erupted in applause, as Alastor does so.
So comfy.
This was the best day of his life.