I looked down the two aisles of pews. the aisle to my right was full of my fellow radiant creatures of Heaven, and to my left was an aisle packed with the terrifying demons and danmed souls of Hell. All eyes were upon me. The eyes to my left where fulled with many emotions, like satisfaction, glee, hate, anger and hunger. The eyes to my right all had the same emotions, shame and pity.

I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. The fate of Heaven was in my hands. If I don't go through with this, the armys of hell will attact Heaven. I have no choice. I must sacrifice myself in order to save my people. Save my lord and savior. It's the only way.

Unfortunately, the only way for me to save them is to give the Anti-Christ my hand in marriage. Satan and his followers really got me by the snort hairs. They know that well. And it seems they want to make this as painful for me and the other angels as possible. For you see, They even made me wear a dress to this most unholy event.

I'll edmite the dress is breath-taking but that doesn't mean I want to wear it. It's a classic, white wedding gown. Long, puffy and decorated in lace. It was a dress that any women would dream about wearing on their wedding day. It fit my thin frame perfectly, at least thats what the demon women that helped me put it on said. It looks like it's right out of a wedding fantasy magazine.

I never imagened I'd be the one in a dress on my wedding day.

I heard the music start to play, that was my que.

I took my first step down the long a aisle of the church, no, it's not a church. It's more like an anit-church. It sure looks like a church, just gothic and every thing is black and red, even the flowers and candles. Anyway, I started my slow walk towards the altar where my soon-to-be husband is waiting for me.

Damien is staring at me with those bright red eyes, a large grin was painted across his face, showing off his fangs. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I fought the urge to run the other way, run far away from all of this.

It was wishfull thinking, but I knew I couldn't. I could never do that to my fellow angels. And even if I tried, I knew I would be stoped by all the armed demons outside this gothic church. Not only that but I knew I couldn't run far in these damned high heals I was forced to wear as well.

As I got closer, I examened Damien and what he was wearing. He was in his human form. The only way you could tell he was a demon was his fangs and pointed ears.

He was wearing a top hat apon his head, with his hair was neatly brushed out of his eyes. His tuxedo jacket was similar to the one Count Orlok wore in that movie. Under that jacket, Damien seemed to be wearing a plain white dress shirt. for pants he wore simple, lose, black dress pants.

Next to Damien, behind the alter, instead of a priest, was his father, Satan. Obviously he was the one who was going to give us away. Once I was at the alter next to Damien, the music stoped.

Satan cleared his throat. He opened the large, hard covered, book that rested on the alter infront of him.

"Nos es recolligo hic hodie-" He was speaking in Latin so I couldn't understand him. So, instead, I blocked it all out and let my mind wonder elsewhere. I started wondering what life will be like with Damien.

Thats when I thought of what his expectations for me as his husband were. I knew I would have to sleep with him at some point, but what else? What did he want from me? Whatever it is, I better make him happy. Or else.

Latter, after what feels like an eterinity, I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Damien speek. He also was speaking in Latin but Im pretty sure he said 'I do'.

Then the two of them turned to me, and so did everyone else. Again, all eyes were on me.

In english, Damien's father asked "And do you, Philip, take Damien, as your-"

"I do!" I cut him off. I hated hearing it in my head, I didn't want to hear it out loud that he was my husband. Satan, Damien and all their followers chuckled lightly.

"A bit eager, are we?" Satan raised and eyebrow at me and smirked.

My face heated up and I Iooked down at the bokeh of red roses I held tightly in my hands.

The red skined man sighed."Then, I pronounce you husband and husband."

Me and Damien turned twords each other. Him grinning widely, and me trying not to grimace. He leaned downword and I leaned forword. This was it, we're only one kiss away from marrage. I closed my eyes and held my breath, prepairing my self to feel his lips upon mine.

"Noo!" A women's anguished screams ecohed in side the gothic church. Everyones turned their attention to a women in the first row of pews on the Hell aisle. She had long, over grown, blonde hair. She was deathly thin and tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. She ran twards me, But she was stoped a few feet away by the man who was sitting next to her. He was a full grown man, with pale skin, like the women, and he was starting to go bald.

For some strange reason, I felt as if I knew these sickly looking people. The man was holding the struggling women back by her arms. She fought against his hold, screaming like a mad women."Let go! Let go of me, Phillip!" She screamed.

He has the same name as me.

"Gerogiana, calm down!" The man, Phillip, yelled at her. Gerogiana?

"I can't! I can't let them do this to my boy! He's our son!"

My eyes widened. Could they be...

"Silance! Guards, take them out of here!" Damien called out, pointing towards the two.

Could they really be Gerogiana and Phillip Pirrip? My parents?

Three armed demons aproched them. The women only screamed louder. Angels and demons were getting up from their sets to watch the drama unfold. I saw Jesus get up and run up to Damien's side. Me, him and a few other angels were the only ones wearing white. Everyone elas was wearing black.

"You went to far, Damien! Why would you invite them here?" Jesus Yelled in Damiens face.

Damien only glared back at his opposite."I thought it would be a nice wedding gift for him to meet his parents for the first time." He spat back."But I geuss that plan back fired, didn't it?"

I froze. So they really are my parents! I don't believe it. The first time I get to met my parents is at my wedding. My wedding that I didn't want. My wedding to the person I don't want.

I watched in horror as the three demons almost violently escorted the two out. My mother was still kicking and screaming, tears were running down her face like a water fall. My father was just being draged out by his arms. Over and over again my mother was screaming my name, each time I could feel my heart crack in my chest.

Tears started to form in the corner of my eyes. I felt somebody put their hand on my shoulder. It was Damien. Guilt flashed over his face when he saw my hurt expression. He placed his other hand on my other shoulder, turning me so that I was looking right at him. His eyes were half lidded and were a dull red. He apologized to me. I bit my lip, trying not to let out a sob.

I can't back down now. I still have to do this, no matter how much I don't want to.

Slowly, he leaned down, bringing his face closer. Like befor, we both slowly neared each other into a kiss. But this time, I felt his soft lips on mine. Now we are bound together in marriage, forever.