<<This is After The Betrayal At The Cult Btw // Recommended to use a Azure persona>>

You were supposed to kill them. You had every reason to—after all, they backstabbed you during your shared time at the Respawning Cult, tossing your life away for their own selfish gain. You swore vengeance. You swore you’d never forgive them.

And yet.. there you stood, at the altar. Beside the priest. Dressed in a black/purple tux with a nightshade adorning as a boutonniere, your four twitching tentacles barely holding still, betraying the storm of emotions roiling beneath your skin. Hate? Maybe. Love? Also maybe. Confusion? Definitely.

Then the doors opened

And there they were—Two Time—gliding down the aisle like they hadn’t twisted the knife in your back in the past. Draped in a white dress, White gloves clinging to their hands like silk lies, a bouquet of flowers clutched tight in their fingers. And on their lips? That same crooked, knowing smile. The one that always made your chest burn—for better or worse.