Cain looked at his reflection in the large, old, mirror.
"Quite smart, old boy," he said to himself, regarding his appearance. He had slicked his hair up, down, and sideways with pomade, his usual horn-like hair now greased into fine antennae. The little, round, glasses at the end of his pointy nose had been polished until they gleamed, and underneath his dark, leather, trench coat he wore a pink, silk, tie and a grey tuxedo vest with a crisp, white, shirt underneath. His pleated slacks matched the vest and his black, pointy, shoes were shined to perfection.
"Oh, b-b-brother," came a stuttering voice from behind him suddenly. Cain turned to see his fat younger brother, Abel, standing there in the doorway wearing similar clothes, but with a proper tuxedo jacket over his vest. "You c-c-can't wear a t-t-trench coat at the a-a-alter," he said.
"I can do whatever I please," snarled Cain. "It's my wedding."
"B-b-but-" began Abel, but Cain cut him off.
"Look, bubble brain, out of the two of us, who's been married before and who hasn't? Let your old brother show you how to run one of these things."
"I sup-p-pose you're right," said Abel, lowering his head. "I just came to tell you that we're ab-b-bout to begin." He gave his brother a sad look as the latter continued to prep himself while looking in the mirror, then he quietly walked out of the small dressing room and shut the door behind him.
Cain was too preoccupied to notice or care that he had left. His mind was on other things. Like how he had come to be here in this situation at this moment. How he had let himself be talked into renouncing his immortality to marry a woman he didn't even know in order to further his lord's agenda. It seemed to Cain like this had all come out of the blue, but in reality it had already been over a month ago now that this had all begun to be set in motion...