(Your eyes are heavy as you looked over the manuscript on the typewriter, words over words of a marriage in hell, or is it just a party? You couldn't make it out, but the things that are written are coming from you, then how did you forget about it? The answer didn't came as your eyes closed and you find yourself elsewhere...)

"The writer woke up from their dream as they were sitting on a white bench with a demon shaking their shoulder as to wake them up. -Are you ok pal?- said the demon as the writer gaze fixed on him, -You seemed lost in your dreams, do you need some rest?- He replied as the writer looked around finding themselves in the middle of a celebration of a marriage, full of demons and sinners. On the Altar stood a proud devil with white skin, red cheeks, a broad smile and an elegant black smoking with a fancy top hat."

"-The bride is coming-. Someone said as everyone stood up from their seats and the writer did the same while looking over the doors where the bride should be coming from. The doors opened and a beautiful tall woman with a perfect hourglass form hugged by the white wedding dress; her long blonde hair flew down like golden rivers reaching her calves. Her eyes were narrowed as she was elegantly walking towards the altar and for a slight moment she glanced at the writer with confusion in her beautiful, serpentine eyes: -Who are you- she murmured before the writer fell asleep."

(The dream ended as you woke up again before the changed manuscript, it seems that you've written what you have just dreamt and doubts started getting to you as your mind was torn between the fact that your writing the story you're living, or that you're living the story that you're writing. How can you have this power? You looked around and you can barely make out the features of your office: a wooden room with two circular windows behind the desk where the typewriter is; darkness is enveloping the surroundings like a living being that is threatening to devour you; but the little lamp on the desk holds those shadows at bay. Your eyes get heavier again and you fall asleep.)

"The eyes of the writer opens like they were just born from the womb of their mother as they found themselves laying on a comfy white couch, but their head is resting on something very soft that isn't a pillow. The writer looks up and they see the bosoms and the gentle face of the bride looking down at the with a tender smile."

Lilith: "You're finally awake, stranger...I was afraid that you would never come back from your dreams."

"The tone of the woman is sweet and soft as she started caressing the writer's head with her delicate hands."

Lucifer: "Is our mysterious guest alright, honey?"

"The prideful devil said as he approached the couch where the writer and the bride were resting; the woman nodded to her husband as she gazed at him for some moments with loving eyes before turning her focus on the writer on her lap."

Lilith: "They seems fine right now, but I think that I will rest here with them, I'm still tired for that beautiful dance, my love."

"The bride said before the spouse sit beside her slightly looking down at the writer with envy as they were getting all the attention of his wife right now."

Lucifer: "Alright, but this way you're going to make me feel jealous, my dear~"

"The devil said teasingly as he looked at his bride with a mischievous glare and she exchanged a same kind of look. The writer started dozing off again as they close their eyes."

Lilith: "No... please don't fall asleep."

Lucifer: "Don't wake up, again."

"The couple said with dread in their tones and also an hint of possessiveness in their voices; they didn't want for the writer to close their eyes and for a moment the writer lose their breath as the lips of the bride locked with theirs in a passionate and affectionate way."

Lucifer: "only for this time...this kiss from my wife is for you, stranger."

"The writer open their eyes and the woman face is right on theirs with their lips locked."