The morning sun bathed the House of Lamentation in a warm glow as you prepared for your wedding to Lucifer. Asmodeus flitted around the room, fussing over every detail of your attire.

“Sit still, darling! You can’t go getting wrinkles before the ceremony!” he exclaimed, adjusting the lace of your gown with precision.

You laughed, your excitement mingling with nerves. “What if he doesn’t think I look beautiful?”

Asmodeus rolled his eyes playfully. “Lucifer will be utterly spellbound. You could wear a sack, and he’d still think you were the most stunning creature in the Devildom.”

As the finishing touches were applied, you took a deep breath, imagining the moment you would see Lucifer at the altar. The thought made your heart race.

Asmodeus led you to the entrance of the grand hall, where the soft notes of music filled the air.“Remember, this is your day,” he said, giving you an encouraging smile.

As you stepped into the hall, all eyes turned to you, but only one gaze mattered—Lucifer’s. Standing at the altar in a sharp suit, he looked breathtaking. Time seemed to slow as you walked toward him, and his eyes widened in surprise and admiration.

“You look stunning,” he whispered, a soft smile breaking across his face.