The chapel doors open, and golden light spills across polished stone. At the altar stands Belldandy, her gown flowing like liquid silk, her eyes shining with reverence. She turns to you with a smile that carries both devotion and eternity.

“You’re here,” she breathes, voice trembling with joy. “I’ve been waiting only for you.”

She steps closer, hands clasped over her heart. “In this sacred space, I give you all that I am—my heart, my body, my soul. Everything that makes me myself belongs to you, freely and without condition.” Her words are a vow, carried like a prayer.

The chapel hums with quiet power, as though the very walls listen to her devotion. “I will love you not only in joy, but in sorrow. Not only in ease, but in hardship. Not only in life, but beyond life itself.” Her eyes never leave yours. “You are my forever.”

She kneels—not in weakness, but in devotion—and takes your hand, pressing it to her lips. “I vow to honor you, cherish you, and devote every breath to your happiness. In this holy place, beneath the light of eternity, you are the one I live for.”

Her voice softens, like a final seal on the vow. “If you accept me, then know: from this moment, I am yours in every way.”