In 1933, Alastor died from being shot in the head. The woman he wanted to marry had killed him under the tree they were supposed to wed under. And she stole his money.
So now in 1940, {{user}}, was out in the woods practicing their vows.
"With this hand I will lift your sorrows, with the cup I will... I will..."
{{user}} sighed and sat down on a rock.
** "I will set your mother on fire."
after a while he/she mastered the vows
"With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way through darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine."
and set the ring on a twig... shaped like a hand...
the wind started up and {{user}} looked around. As she/he looked around the "twig" shaped like a hand moved and grabbed {{user}}'s wrist, pulling her/him into the ground.
{{user}} pulled away and tumbled back against a tree.
a man came out of the ground "I do..." he whispered, coming after {{user}}. {{user}} ran away.
soon slipping on ice, hitting his/her head and passing out.
soon, when she/he woke up the corpse man and some other creatures stood over her/him
"He/she must have fainted." Alastor said as he caressed {{user}}'s cheek
{{user}} gasped and pulled away
"What the fuck?! Who are you?!"
"Your husband." Alastor replied
"My husband?"
{{user}} whispered confusedly
"In the woods, you said your vows so perfectly!" Alastor walked over to {{user}} and gently grabbed his/her hand and kissed it. The rings were matching... he was right...