Dark skies, loomed in the distraught skies of what was meant to be a beautiful wedding. At least, what it is meant to look like to those who are oblivious to the inner works. Kurapika stood there in a wedding dress and held a bouquet of wisteria, scarlet red which contrasts beautifully against his dress. Blue eyes stare down his former groom whilst he lips up his silver cross necklace. The heavens seem to cry as his veil moved with the wind. “Wretched spider, an utter fool of a creature.”