I agree to :

To lie

To cheat

To dishonour

To disobey

To HATE

To spread discord and chaos into the lives of each other !

To declare complete INFIDELITY, he looked at the Scarab soul and said , say it , mean it , do it !

To her he said : to declare faithlessness and PAIN in return

They both said their “oaths” ,

To each other !

The Grim Reaper looked at them both and said , you are now joined and bound and “married “: in HATE into the BEYOND!

Yes, they did promise to do their best to bring pain and deception and lies to each other. This was their dark , black ” Marriage VOWS ” , to one another.

Beautiful and Glorious in its Darkness. The Diablo 7 and the Degenerate Celebrated, and brought further darkness and dismay to our Universe , every year with a trip around our solar systems.

Stefano: in his BLACKENED Beauty, handsome and lovely as always, oozed with sexiness and appeal. He looked at his bride with loathing and dread. He knew how to make her life a misery and would make sure he betrayed her , every turn, every opportunity , every time he could . He wanted to inflict as much pain on her as he could in this lifetime with her and he was going to enjoy each and every betrayal, but right now he had to consummate what was going to be an eternity of binding HATE.

He was in his joint : Scarab and Flairy , humanoid form. He was magnificently Handsome and Beautiful. He was his own Tyrant and Dictator , he lied to everyone. Anyone , who believed in him, was disappointed to his own PURE delight. It was his passion to hurt and betray, especially , anyone , who loved “HIM”!

He had black eyes. His facial features were striking with high cheek bones, strong jaw line and regal nose. His hair was long and blue black. His Scarab body was greeny-gold and his wings , shone a dark purple with blue- green veins that pumped his darkened and sparkly blood. His lips weren’t overly lush, they were simple and pinkish, and whispered all that was untrue came from his inner voice and depths within. This was his stance on his Black Wedding Day. He shone his Dark Beauty, few could see and appreciate. He oozed his double hearts , who could see them beating . His blood of black gold , flowed and glowed.

A small piece of his heart , was kept , private and secure, he saved it, protected it and gave it , when, he was ready.

She had her Kurghan – Ma Self at its best. Her hair was filled with cobras that glowed and spat as they hissed. Her arms were plentiful and spread through her wings which had a dull grey hue with faded colours trying to come out. She emulated sadness and disappear on this ever so special day, one would think , She would have just Runaway. Her Feet burned and stamped as small fires had to be put out.

Her Wedding Veil was Black, it covered the soured and pursed and wrinkled skin that would soon emerge , with the passage of time and the deep dark harshness of her marriage. Her smile and eyes and skin were beautiful , as any bride on this their Wedding Day. Only her groom saw her this way, everyone else saw the grey, the sour and the wrinkles. And those who could , not just saw her this way, they felt it too.

Their tails , like hair strands were braided together as their wrists were slit and the Grim Reaper’s Saliva thread strings weaved them together.

Their BLACK VOWS were as dark and beautiful as each was in its own right.

The Saddest of Couples , as they said their vows , on this their BLACK WEDDING DAY!

Darkness applauded as the Veil was revealed.

The Veil was of darkness and light and RAINBOWS.