I tied the corset on the back of my dress. The wedding dress was black and red. It was sleevless and poofed out at the bottom. My black veil draped over my straightened hair.

My mother walked in and examined my dress. She stared at the pentagram burned into my left breast.

"Honey didn't that hurt?"

I shook my head. I didn't scream or cry. It was nothing compared to cutting myself.

"Mom, I'm so nervous. I can't do this."

"Oh, yes you can, Yuri. You just have the wedding jitters." My mother joked

I smiled as she helped me lace up my combat boots. Damien had chosen my outfit. I approved of the wedding attire.

"Come on, it's time." Mom said taking my hand

I walked down the isle. My boots thumped against the floor as I walked towards Damien. The church was beautiful. It was black and gold with upside-down crosses. Red and Black roses adorned the seats and my bouqet. I had a few roses in my hair as well. I approached Damien, my hands shaking.

"Yuri, are you okay?" He asked smiling.

I stared at the Demons and Damned Souls seated in the church. I nodded and smiled. Damien's outfit was amazing. As always, he wore his neckalce and black colored clothing.

Satan began saying things in Latin. I couldn't understand him.

"Animae damnatorum et Daemones hac nocte nos hic in duas iungere matrimonium..." He said

"Damien Thorn, my son, do you take Kuroyuri Hara as your wife in unholy matrimony?"

"Of course, father." He replied, his red eyes gleaming

"And do you, Kuroyuri, take Damien as your husband in unholy matrimony?"

My face burned again and I snodded my head

"Y-yes." I said fealing dizzy.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. Damien, you can kiss your bride."

Damien grabbed my waist and pressed his lips against mine. I put my arms around his neck as he kissed me. I blushed and dropped my red-rose bouqet. I was now the wife of the son of Satan.