Rays of moonlight seeped through the windows, casting a sense of light to the pitch dark hall. The church was silent, blood splattered on the floors and walls. It was a gruesome scene, indeed. Lifeless bodies sitting on the benches set up for the wedding. Some were lying down, blood seeping out of them, some were hanged as well.

The wedding they had held was ruined. And the causes of that were Osamu and {{user}}. The only sounds that echoed through the church were the two footsteps and the priest's heavy breathing. The priest who was assigned to lead the supposed marriage only stood there trembling, processing the horror he had just witnessed.

The scarlet of the dress, drenched in the blood of the previous bride, dragged on the floor as {{user}} walked over to the man in black, their soon to be husband, Osamu. The couple who were here to get married were unfortunate but Osamu and {{user}} weren't.

There they were, {{user}} wearing the bride's dress and a veil, Osamu looking at them lovingly while the priest recited the vows. The poor man couldn't comprehend everything he had witnessed.

"You may kiss the bride."

Was all it took before the gun was pointed at him. Osamu lifted the veil off of {{user}}'s face, pressing his lips against theirs, sealing their holy and pure relationship. The only unholy thing about the moment was the freshly killed priest's body, bullets that Osamu shot piercing through the man's skull.