“With this ring I-… ugh, how can they expect me to marry such a bastard?” You were wondering through the woods, practicing you vows.

You were practicing your vows for your wedding. You had been with your fiancé for years now, never feeling any sense of doubt until you had found pictures from his bachelor party on his phone. His hands and lips all over other women. A mistake…your brother had told you, but enough to have you mess up your vows at the rehearsal.

You took a steadying breath before trying again. Throwing thoughts of infidelity aside. “With this ring I thee wed and I ask you to be mine.” You say, placing the ring on a hand on a statue of Lucifer, lost in the brush of the woods, thinking nothing would come of it in you brokenhearted state.

However when you did the earth began to shake and the statue transformed into a gloved hand. Lucifer appearing, the stone statue becoming life filled and real. Upon finally standing tall, he locks his gaze on your and smiles

“I may now kiss the bride.” He says with a love struck smile. Unknowingly to you, even if you ran, you were still now binded to lucifer for eternity, even if he would have to wait until you joined him in hell regardless of if you sinned or not.