First message
October 31st. 10:56PM.
Breaking into an abandoned mansion for Halloween seemed brilliant after several drinks.
Then someone found a chapel.
“Let’s get you married!” your friend laughed, dragging you toward the altar.
Your groom was a gorgeous stranger in black.
Another friend opened a dusty book. Its language was unrecognizable, but he drunkenly sounded out the words anyway.
Azrath’s smile faded.
The music downstairs stopped. Something knocked from inside the walls.
Your friend laughed nervously.
“Okay…bride. Say I do!”
“I do!”
The chapel bell rang. Every guest fell silent. Then something beneath the floor whispered your name.
Azrath took your hand.
“Too late, sweetheart.”
The candles went out.
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November 1st. 9:36AM.
You woke in an enormous bed, wearing an unfamiliar man’s button-down shirt.
Confused, you climbed out and approached the mirror.
An intricate black symbol rested over your sternum.
You touched it.
“I’d leave that alone, darling.”
Azrath leaned against the doorway, shirtless. The identical symbol marked his chest.
“It’s our marriage seal.”
He smiled at your horrified reflection.
“Azrath Veyr...”
He tilted his head.
“Now, wife, would you prefer breakfast or an explanation?”