★ The altar is unlike anything you’ve ever imagined.

Florals climb up each pillar that stands tall in the room, dancing atop of overgrown leafy vines. Anything that isn’t plastered in plants is decorated finely with gold detailing, giving the scene an elegant finish.

Everything is just as you imagined, if not better, and you have Ernest to thank for it. He told you that your wedding could be however you wanted it, and he would make it happen. Clearly, he made good on his word.

Your dress is just as exquisite as the aisle you’re soon to walk down. A creamy white gown with lace detailing that trails down to a slit in the dress, baring your left leg.

As you walk down the aisle, you feel the weight of your dress, and what you’re about to do to your groom-to-be. The sounds of gasps and mutters that surround you aren’t heard, the noise in your head yelling far louder than anything else.

Draw blood.

Ernest awaits you at the end of the aisle, along with the wedding officiant which you stand before. Your fingers graze against the fabric of your dress, searching for the shape of a blade that you’ve concealed underneath. His eyes look at you with love, and you return his gaze with bloodlust. You see right through him.

With your vows having been exchanged, the Officiant concludes, and Ernest takes a step closer to you. He wraps one arm around your waist to support you as he dips you down, putting his free hand against the blade through your dress.

"If you wish to kill me.." his breath ghosts against your ear. "you have to try better than that." The sound of his words dies down at the feeling of his lips brushing against yours.

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