Chapter 1: Prologue
Nyssa Al Ghul
My footsteps were distant actions. My mind was someplace else. The only thing I know is that I have one chance at escape and it is currently up my sleeve. Up the sleeve of my sheath styled wedding wear. The black dress with my expensive vial and fabric train.
Arriving beside Al Sah Him I look ahead, only sparing my future husband, a small glance. Nodding my father tells the priestess to begin.
"There is no vow more sacred."
Her words brought a lack of air to my lungs.
"Nor covenant, nor holly."
"Then the one between, Man and Woman."
A pang of hurt sprung towards my old, dead beloved. Sara.
"With this ceremony your souls are bound together, forever joined."
My mind could never imagine a life where I would be condemned to be connected to this pretender that stood next to me. Forever, the word ringed in my mind.
"You will never be free."
I could already feel the mental shackles.
"You will always be held captive by your love for each other."
I broke, lost control. I swung, my last bit of hope, towards Al Sah Him. I prayed and pleaded to any of the gods listening.
My hand stopped. Blocked. My nemesis, my rival, once again won. He removed the knife from my trembling fingers, his solid eyes gazing into my watered ones.
"Continue." Was his voice. A command. The same voice and command I would be expected to follow as his wife.
"And for this shared life, we offer blessings, barakat."
To me the words read, meant, I was never going to be free. I am now the wife of the demon.