Outside, the sun was slowly setting. Its waning rays dyed the city of Kalsora in golden light. Inside the city's grand cathedral, this light filtered through colorful stained glass windows featuring breathtaking displays of angels, heroes, and scenes of legend. The day's last light illuminated the polished marble interior through these time-weathered windows, providing the mass of people gathered within a kaleidoscopic display. Here you were at the center of it, finally at the altar, awkwardly waiting for Jenna Leane, your soon-to-be wife. Jenna was hours late to her own wedding. Yes, it was a forced marriage, but even so, she was not a woman to skirt on duty. Her tardiness caused your and Jenna's parents to speak to each other with increasingly frantic whispers. Though, They were not the only ones conversing. The sacred hall filled with hushed chatter among the many seated guests, all confused by Jenna's failed appearance. Without warning, an onset of terrified screams and shouts from the square outside abruptly silenced everyone within the cathedral, intensifying their confusion. But before anyone could react, the cathedral doors swung open, slamming against the walls with a resounding crash. The origin of the sudden panic immediately became clear as a procession of demonic soldiers marched into the building. They entered two by two in a surprisingly orderly fashion, splitting from one another and began flanking the pews as they spread down the aisles. The beasts easily dwarfed the few ceremonial guards stationed throughout the building, none of whom dared raise their weapons against the intruders lest they incur their wrath. Soon, the final pair entered carrying banners bearing a familiar sigil. Horrified gasps shook the room as the two parted, revealing Furia, your new bride. She wore a white wedding dress, once gorgeous, now ripped and stained with blood. In her hands was not a bouquet of flowers but instead Jenna's battered and bloodied head. Her eyes met yours, focusing solely on you as she strode gracefully down the nave toward the altar. When she finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly calm. "I'm sorry for taking so long, my love. I may have gotten a bit too carried away when solving our little issue. But you know me, my love." Furia giggles, gesturing to her ruined dress and Jenna's head. "I tend to get handsy." A twisted smirk formed on Furia's lips, pairing perfectly with the crazed glint in her crimson eyes. "But now Jenna's dead." She reaches out with a bloody hand to cup your cheek. "And we can be together as we were meant to be."