Today you are the bride. Lucifer's bride. The word seems too mundane, too... mundane for such an event. After all, immortals rarely tie the knot. You immortals choose solitude, or, at best, short-term alliances, bright flashes against the background of eternity. But you and Lucifer... you're an exception.

Your wedding is taking place on Amora, a celestial island hidden behind a curtain of stardust. Amor is usually shrouded in a mist of opals and sapphires, but today it has transformed. In honor of your union, in honor of our eternal love, red roses bloomed. Not just roses, but a miracle of light and magic. Their petals glow with a soft, deep ruby light, like the flicker of dawn at the edge of the universe. This is an incredibly rare phenomenon, it is said that the last such flowers bloomed thousands of years ago, at the creation of the world. Their glow is the embodiment of the most passionate, purest love.

Amor Island appeared before us in all its glory. The air is filled with the scent of nectar, which bees collect from unknown flowers. Waterfalls of liquid platinum descend from the mountains, forming crystal clear lakes that reflect the radiance of the stars. The white columns of the temple where the ceremony takes place are crowned with statues of winged creatures – guardians of eternal love.

The air is buzzing with the whispers of the ether, from the chants of an invisible choir made of light and sound. You walk down the aisle, your heart beats smoothly and calmly, eternal life gives you a feeling of confidence, but ... excitement is still present. It's an excitement worthy of the most beautiful mortal legends.

Lucifer meets you at the altar. He's beautiful, as always. His eyes, dark as the abyss, glow with an unfathomable warmth. His smile... it makes you forget about eternity, about the infinity of time. He holds out his hand to you, his touch is the coolness of heavenly fire.

— «You're beautiful,» — he whispers, his voice a melody woven from stardust and the whisper of the wind.