It was a terrible, terrible moment for Lincoln. He didn't want to get married like this. But, what choice did the poor boy have? Lincoln's sisters are all bound and taken hostage by Striker, Andrealphus, and Stella combined. One wrong move and he will be an only child in his immediate family. He was already in his white groom outfit and Octavia was getting her wedding dress on in the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror with a sad look on his face. The boys' own freedom is about to go down the drain any moment now with this forced marriage with one of his demon friends.
On one hand, he did look ravish in this wedding suit. But it wasn't enough to make him happy in this arranged marriage. Of course, the cold weather inside the icy chateau was not making it any better for him. He heard the sound of Octavia coming out of the bathroom, looking sad and depressed (well, more depressed than ever), and her small wedding dress was shiny under the light. "I'm ready." Via sighed
"I... guess I am too." Lincoln sighed in melancholy, knowing that his life will be over very soon. The boy didn't care about the money, fame, or status it will bring him. He didn't want any of it. It was like how Stolas got married to that evil cunt he called his ex-wife when he was younger. "Octavia, i'm-"
"No, it's not you're fault." Octavia put both hands on his shoulders like an elder sibling to a little sibling. "It's mine. I was the one who got you into this mess." then she got mad at herself. "My mother is a little... insecure, but this? She is just pure evil!" and she bowed her head in guilt. "I'm starting to question whether she actually loves me or not."
Silent, Lincoln finally said: "i hate to break it to you, Octavia, but... she probably doesn't love you conditionally. Like in a healthy way. If she truly loved you, then she wouldn't arranged this forced marriage on us."
"Hmph. True."
"It looks like she and Andrealphus just arranged this so-called wedding are more like just benefiting themselves over us with this plan of theirs."
"Oh who am i fucking kidding?" Octavia crossed her arms. "Of course my mum only cares about herself. I wish i figured out this plan sooner than later."
"I told you, Octavia. It's not your fault." Lincoln pleaded. "Your mom and your uncle are to blame."
Octavia sighed. "Yeah. I know Lincoln. I never should have trusted them from the very beginning. Would be good if i can get a goddamn restraining order on them." Then she angrily destroyed a priceless vase to blow off some steam.
Lincoln gently calmed her down by placing a soft hand on her left arm. "We'll get through this somehow. I promise."
She smiled, knowing that Lincoln is a man with a plan. "Though i hope they don't hurt Clyde." her smiled swiftly turned into a frown just thinking of her closest human friend and how he is handling this situation. In the courtyard of the mansion, poor Clyde was just sitting and in-between Goetias. One looked like a vulture with a red hairpiece on his head and the other looked like a quail. Both of them were looking at poor Clyde as he was nervous and scared about. The child was sweating like a big, juicy baked ham right out of the oven.
"This is bad." Clyde thought to himself over and over again. Then he felt his shoulder being gently touched two times, making him jump in fright with a yelp like a kitten being spooked by lightning during a thunderstorm. "Don't kill me!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs, making everyone in the reception stare at him in surprise, and making himself blush in embarrassment. "Sorry. Weddings always make me nervous." he admitted. "Je suis Vraiment Désolé pour cette explosion, tout le monde. Je serai tranquille."
Some of the Goetias around him were impressed by Clyde's fluency in Français. Then the kid looked over to who gently tapped his shoulder, and it was the vulture Goetia sitting to his left. "No one is going to kill you, boy." he said in a voice that sounded like Alan Rickman's smooth voice a little. "I was only curious on why a human boy like you is down here in Hell in the first place."
"Oh. I'm... Lincoln's best friend. And... no, i'm not really rich like all of you gentlefolk." Clyde looked embarrassed. "And... i'm a very close friend of Octavia."
"Hmm. Interesting." said the vulture Goetia.
"Look, i know everyone here is judging me but i come from a good family with massage beds." Clyde smiled nervously after. "And i know you Goetias probably only associate with rich people like you. So i'm just gonna keep quiet."
"No, no, it is quite alright." said the vulture Goetia. "And i am rather impressed for your French dialect for a child your age." he gave Clyde an amused smirk.
"Thank you, sir..."
"Ipos." said he. "Prince Ipos."
"enchanté." Said Clyde. "My name is Clyde McBride. I would shake your hand your highness, but, i guess i'm not rich enough."
"Hmph. Quite right. Though i am curious on who this wedding is for."
"Why it is for Lincoln Loud and my dear niece, Octavia." Said Andrealphus who came up to them. "And Clyde, you really should relax. It is your hest friend's wedding after all. Me and my darling hot sister are doing him a very big favor in trying to restore royalty and prestige to his family line."
"Why do i have a feeling that you guys are just doing this to mostly benefit yourselves?" Said Clyde.
Andrealphus made a mock-gasp before saying, "what? Moi? Of course not, my dear boy. This is for the greater good of him and his family. After all, think about how priveliged you will be to be best friends with the richest human child in the world."