Thinking I was cute and romantic, I challenged the gods at the altar during my wedding. Now my bride is known as the 'God-Killer,' my best man is trying to put out 'fires,' and my family is walking on eggshells.
Chapter 1
It was a wonderful day; birds were singing, and everyone was smiling and enjoying themselves. My parents looked on with pride, but no one knew what would happen in the next five minutes. Then the music started, and she came out. Her dad had her arm and was in his Marine uniform. She was in a beautiful, white gown, white stockings with the hint of a garter belt, and was all around, Drop. Dead. Gorgeous! Let me describe that goddess of a woman to you. She's 6 feet tall, 6 foot 4 in her heels, and buffed like crazy. I mean, she was built like She-Hulk, but not as big.
Sure, she could bench a fully loaded city bus, but she wasn't that big. So they walked to the altar, and her father saluted me. I saluted back. "You take care of my 'little angel,' or I'll never forgive you," he said.
I looked at her. She smiled at me, her jade-green eyes twinkling in the sunlight. Her red hair shone in the sunlight, almost making it bronze. "Yes, sir," I said respectfully. We faced the priest and were ready. Then it was time for the vows. My bride, Jessica, told me that she would love me forever and was still in shock that I asked her to marry me out of millions of women.
I told her that she was my choice, and it didn't matter if she was an Amazon with the power of Atlas. I loved her, and it didn't matter if she could use me for bench curls. But my next words were what started everything: "I love you, Jessica, and I will fight to protect it! I challenge anyone from All of the Gods to Every Last Demon. You Want Her? Come get her!"
Just then there was thunder, and suddenly we were glowing and floating in mid-air.
Everyone covered their eyes, and all of a sudden we felt different. We kissed, and everyone cheered.