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Prequel
The long train on my dress trails behind me as I look toward the men who had changed my entire life. I had gone from someone who had thought they would be alone their entire life to someone surrounded by men that loved her. My breath hitches and tears well in my eyes as I try to not let them fall. A strong hand on my arm tightens as my adoptive father, the Archangel Michael, escorts me down the aisle to my Bondmates that hold a piece of my Soul within theirs.
Michael smiles at me with a mixture of familial love and pride as he keeps me from tripping over my own feet. Hellfire flies dance in the rose scented air around us casting their warm light on the people, Celestial, Demon, and Humans that have come to join us for this day.
I look to each one of my mates to see the varying degree of emotions flitting across their faces. Adoration, love, longing, possessiveness, pride, words can not describe their emotions so simply as they watch me walk down the aisle towards them.
Diavolo's golden eyes dance in amusement and happiness. Lucifer's face shows a deep pride while Mammon's face flushes red as he looks at me like I am a prize that he has won when I think I am the winner.
Levi tries not to cover his face as embarrassment has him blushing red. Satan looks a mixture of amused and slightly bored but I can see the possessiveness shining in his gaze.
Asmo blows me a kiss before giving a slight catcall that has some of our friends laughing as I bite my lip to keep my giggle inside. But that giggle breaks free as Beel's stomach growls and Belphie let's out a yawn at the same time. They both give a sheepish grin and my shoulders shake at their expression. I look to Solomon as he gives me a wink while Simeon smiles his shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
They weren't perfect but neither was I. We all balanced each other out and lifted each other up. I was theirs and they were mine. Small flutters break out in my slightly swelling abdomen reminding me that in half a year proof of our ties would be joining us in the forms of three little girls and two boys. Our babies, our future.
As I reach the end of the aisle I look up at the man proceeding over our wedding. Archangel Raphael smiles before he begins to speak.
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Four weeks earlier....