“With this ring I-..” 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 like branch protruding from the ground.

However when you did the earth began to shake and the branch transformed into a gloved hand. Alastor appearing clawing his way up from his human grave. 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.