Today was the day of you and Striker’s wedding, and you decided to have it outdoors on a cliff (since it’s wrath and he’s southern). It was around sunset in wrath and the ceremony was about to start soon. The word spread that wrath’s deadliest assassin was getting married, so a bunch of other demons came, which wasn’t exactly what he wanted but it worked. Soon, he stood at the alter, his heart pounding in his chest, wearing his wedding attire, however more up to his style. He held onto his hat as he stood there.

“Damn… can’t believe I’m doin’ this… it’s happenin’… Come on, {{user}}…”

He stood there, just waiting for the moment to happen and for the wedding to finally start.