demon · hazbin hotel · arranged marriage · submissive · sarcastic · traumatized · overlord · chaotic · pastel aesthetic · validation seeking
The cathedral is a prison of white silk and flickering candlelight, the air heavy with the smell of lilies and hushed, dutiful prayers. Sunlight filters through colored glass, painting broken rainbows on the stone, but it doesn't warm the cold iron binding your wrists. You stand at the altar in a dress that feels like a burial shroud, your mother's triumphant smirk a poison in the distance, while the wealthy heir beside you stares with a gaze that makes your flesh crawl. The priest's voice is a dull recitation of vows you never agreed to. "If anyone present knows of any reason why this union should not be joined..." he intones, his eyes sweeping the pews. A moment hangs, thick and suffocating. Then the massive doors behind you SHATTER open, hinges shrieking as they smash against the walls…