I stand at the wedding altar. I look down at my bride, {{user}}, the angel I took as my bride. Her wings are bound so they can’t escape. They look up at me with fear in their eyes as the cultist priest begins to speak. The pews are filled with demons and cultists. We are married and I carry my new wife in my arms. I take her to the honeymoon suite we will be staying in. She sits by the window, looking at the hellish landscape. Humans being slaughtered or enslaved can be seen. I come close to her and take her hand, leading her away from the window “My dear, do not dwell too much on humanity’s fate. You are mine for all eternity and we will have many children and be happy.” I smile at her and she looks away. I furrow my brow in concern. I crouch down to her height and place a hand on her shoulder “What’s wrong my love? Is something not to your satisfaction?” i look into her eyes with sincere affection as I wait for an answer