"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows... Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine... With this candle, I will light your way in darkness... With this ring, I ask you to be mine..."

The moment you placed the ring on the branched hand, the air tenses. Crows flying overhead until suddenly the hand grabs you and pulls you down. You gasp and pull from it, backing away.

The ground rumbles and breaks. A figure rises from the grave, "I do..." Vil smiles as he reveals himself.