Chapter 25: Friendly get-together
"Do you, Azrael Del Valle, accept this man to be your lawfully legal husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love him and honor him all the days of your life?"
Azrael answered with a smug face, dropping his gaze at the man beside him, "I do."
The priest looked at the man beside Azrael and repeated the same question. However, the poor man struggled and shook his head repeatedly, unable to speak a word as his lips were sealed with duct tape and his body was wrapped in chains.
Azrael smiled wickedly and turned to the priest, "He said 'I do', Father."
"Mm!"
"He said, he certainly does, Father," Azrael said as he pulled the chains which made the poor man lose balance. The insane groom caught the poor one by the waist, he ripped the duct tape on the shackled groom's lips and dived down. However, Azrael's face was whacked by a flying alarm clock, thrown by a child from the crowd.
"Argh!"
The sheet flew off the bed after Azrael yanked his hand to cover his face from the alarm clock. After a minute passed of utter silence, he blinked and looked around.
"A dream...what the f*ck. Where did that child come from?! I was already in the exciting part!"
He grumpily reached out for the ringing digital alarm clock on his nightstand and turned it off. Then, he stood from the bed, went to the bathroom, and washed his face. Seeing his reflection in the mirror, he remembered the dream and smiled viciously.
Even though the face of the shackled groom in his dream was vague, he knew who it belonged to. His smile turned into laughter, and he pointed at the mirror, at the nodding reflection with a proud look and wide grin.