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[grimcorvis]

"Huh. I turned 6021 yesterday. Things have been so busy I forgot in all honesty. Maybe I can ask my husband if he would like to go out with me tonight to celebrate. We could go get drinks, watch a movie with the kids, cuddle, and maybe have cake all together. Something relaxing and quiet would be nice..."

[grimcorvis]

"So it's Friday the 13th... I can honestly say I'm a little nervous about today. Not only is it a bad luck day according to humans, Abaddon has been bouncing off the walls for some reason! I think demons celebrate Friday 13ths as some sort of holiday, and I'm a little wary of what my husband is planning for today." ^^;;

@abaddonpayne

[grimcorvis]

"So that would explain why I never saw Asmodeus in Hell when I would deliver souls. I had heard rumors and such that he was dead but I never believed them. Makes me grateful that he wasn't dead, otherwise Abaddon and I could have both been permanently killed at our wedding."

I have a question regarding Asmodeus. If Abaddon is over 750 or something, wouldn't Asmodeus be way older? Did Asmodeus exist before Abaddon was born? Or was Asmodeus just dormant for that long waiting for a host?

Asmodeus excited LONG before Abaddon was even born. After the Fall from Heaven, there was a civil war in Hell for who would become its ruler. Satan won, causing all of the other princes to become dormant. Throughout various points in history most of the princes woke back up, but Satan made sure that Asmodeus, his biggest competition stayed asleep.

When Abaddon (or rather Jeffery at the time) was born, a part of Satan latched onto him. This caused Satan’s power to weaken just enough for Asmodeus to wake up and escape hell. He naturally sought revenge, and what could be better than taking Satan’s throne while inhabiting the body of his half-human son?

[grimcorvis]

What's Grim's favorite form he's taken, since you mentioned he was Thanatos in the Greek era?

"Favorite form? Oh goodness, there's so many to think about...hmmm... probably Anubis, the Egyptian god of mummification and death. It was the one time I didn't have to worry about sand getting in my hair since I had a jackal head. Though the fur came with it's own problems...mainly fleas and ticks. Other than that, it was probably one of the best forms I ever took apart from my current one."

[grimcorvis]

"Happy birthday to my beloved @abaddonpayne ! I'm so happy I get to celebrate this with him! Coincidentally, it also happens to be the day we married! I'm going to spoil that demon rotten with anything he desires today. He deserves a good birthday after all that he's been through."

[grimcorvis]

Grim, 26 (Cheesy date) and 30 (You smell nice)

(imma do Amnesia Grim, that'll make this even better :3) @abaddonpayne

Grim stared at his pale reflection in the mirror across from him, running a brush through his long pitch black hair. He was getting ready for a date with Abaddon, who had insisted that they do this to help Grim's memory. Grim went along with it after the demon brought up the fact that they've been recovering his memories at a slow yet steady pace.

The Reaper pulled his hair back in its traditional braided style and gave one last look at himself. "Guess that's good enough." He mumbled as he slipped on his boots and left the bedroom.

Abaddon was waiting downstairs in the front hall for him, dressed in a red button up shirt and black slacks, his tail swaying anxiously. His red eyes met Grim's silver ones as the pale man came down to meet him.

"Oh! Good, you're ready. I thought you had almost changed your mind." Abaddon smiled, shifting on his feet. He was always worried Grim would turn him down now that Grim was like this, but that hasn't happened yet.

Grim shook his head and a small nervous smile graced his features. "No, I wouldn't do that. I just didn't know what to wear." He rubbed the back of his head, glancing away for a minute. "So... where did you want to go for a date?"

"The cemetery, by the greenhouse." Abaddon took a hold of Grim's hand, guiding him towards the door. "We've had a few dates there, so maybe it'll jog something."

Grim gave a nod and let Abaddon lead him outside. As they walked, something caught his nose and he took a sniff. Lavender, jasmine incense, and vanilla... wasn't that Grim's personal fragrance? Was Abaddon wearing it? Grim stopped walking and Abaddon looked back at him.

"Something wrong Gr-" Abaddon was about to ask a question when Grim pulled Abaddon against him, back to chest. The demon felt Grim lean down to his neck, feeling hot breath ghost against his skin. It made Abaddon's heart jump and his breathing stutter.

"You smell nice." Grim muttered softly next to the demon's ear. "Did you put on my fragrance?"

Abaddon's cheeks felt hot as Grim pulled back, waiting for an answer. That was the last thing he expected Grim to say, let alone do. "W-well, I've been wearing your trenchcoat so often that it kinda rubbed off on me..."

Grim chuckled and placed a hand on Abaddon's head, rubbing between his horns. "That's okay, it's a good smell. I've always enjoyed those three together." He pulled his hand back and took a few steps, opening the cemetery gates. "Well, are you coming?"

Abaddon's heart skipped a beat hearing that familiar Elphaba line. All he could do was nod and mutter under his breath. "That's my part... little tease."

Together they went into the cemetery for their date, holding hands and enjoying the setting sun in the sky.

[grimcorvis]

Send a prompt and number in for the writing you want!

Drabble Challenge! #1 - 150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

Take the long way around

Can you shut up for five minutes, please???

He’s been gone for quite a while

I can’t see anything.

I heard a noise.

Scary movies are for chumps.

You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

The floor is lava.

Where’s my food?

I bet you feel like an artist

Did you ever clean the attic?

Can I be of assistance?

Get out of the way before I murder you.

I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship

You’re breaking my heart, babe.

Cry me a river.

Build a bridge.

Get over it.

Another credit card?!

It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!

When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?

I don’t know why I married you.

Have you ever lied to me?

If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.

Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?

I’m stuck! Help me!

I swear, I’m not scared.

What do you think a cupholder is for?

You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

Turn that sh*t off!!!!

When’s that last time we went on a date?

I thought you didn’t like cats?

The door’s locked.

Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)

I’ll just tell your mom on you.

I thought you were nice.

I had a dream about you.

I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit

What color do you like better?

Am I your husband or your taxi service?

Take notes, sweetheart.

This is where you impress me, right?

Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.

I can’t believe you didn’t remember

If that makes me a child, so be it.

I could beat you up, you know that right?

Would it kill you to help people?

I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.

But, I said I love you.

Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?

I’m not weird, you’re just basic.

Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying

Take off your shirt.

Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?

Way to go, kid.

I found the candles, we’ll be alright.

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?

…or we could make out….

I said “I HAVE AN IDEA!”

Down the hall, second door on the left.

I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.

Are you even human?

We’ll talk later.

K.

I’m afraid.

I thought there was time.

Can you just leave me alone?

I’ll carry it.

We’re not ‘fine’.

Are you really taking his side right now?

I like proving you wrong.

Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.

Who are you?

I think you need stitches

Must be a coincidence

Can you be romantic for once?

This is your fault by the way.

Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.

Excuse me for falling in love with you.

I have fans. More fans than you to be exact.  

I paid for half and you ate three-quarters.

I knew you’d be mad.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

You’ve never smoked anything in your life.

You gave me a black eye.

Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.

What if it sinks?

Birds can’t fly without wings.

Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

That SOOO classifies as a date.

No backsies.

You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

I never liked it, I lied.

Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.

Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Remember when we were dating and you _____

Be brave, sweetheart.

I’m sorry, but that was adorable.

You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.

You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.

She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.

That’s a fact, Jack.

Actually, I couldn’t care less.

I try my best.

Doesn’t make a difference to me anyways.

I’m glad you’re mine.

You look pretty good for your age.

You passed out for like an hour.

Delete it. Now.

You’re a jerk.

Are you high?

No, you’re MY bitch.

Ew ew ew. You’re so gross.

Spare change for the poor and lonely.

She’s 6, how can she scare you?

When’s the last time we ______

He’s spoiled rotten.

I can’t stay long.

There’s nothing we can do.

Do you ever stop smiling?

Step aside and watch a pro.

Never give him stuff like that!

You’re the one who left it laying around.

I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.

Teach me how to play?

It’s called a prank.

Well, you’re a prick.

Good, I hope you feel bad.

You have cold, you’re not dying.

I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.

I hope you have a cold shower.

You don’t mean that.

Sing to me, please.

Did you enjoy yourself last night?

Why do they behave for you?

Stop making your own rules.

Don’t open an umbrella in the house.

You know what happens when you assume things.

That’s open for discussion.

Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.

Be serious for two minutes, please.

I cheated.

What’s the biggest lie you ever told?

Pillows are over-rated.

Zombies aren’t real, I promise.

Are we lost or do you know where we are?

We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.

*Make up your own*

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[grimcorvis]

“Oh, what’s this? Our story is being written for public viewing? @abaddonpayne Dear, look at this!”

That’s right, the main story of Grim and Abaddon is being posted for you all to see! Sins Locked Away goes through how they met, their lives together, and the friends they made!

Sins Locked Away, written by @mimikiplovesgaming and @phoenixvitae! Enjoy, and feel free to leave kudos if you like it!

[grimcorvis]

"I...uh...okay I think that's a little excessive.." Grim watched him knock on all the wood in their house and take out a horseshoe on a necklace chain. "I hope you know I'm not wearing that all year. I don't even know how you got that, but whatever."

"Happy New Year, dearest! We made it through this disaster of a year, fingers crossed this one will be all the better!" ^3^

“Don’t jinx this for me!” Abaddon quickly knocked on every wooden surface in his general vicinity. “Just for that, you have to wear the horseshoe necklace.”

[grimcorvis]

"This is how it's been since the wedding. I can't go two minutes without my phone going off. But I love my demon, so if it makes him feel better, I'll update what I'm doing for him."

Abaddon has some clingy tendencies, he can't go 5 minutes without knowing where his husband is and what he's doing XD

Eyyyyy!! This comic isn't dead! I decided to try and make more of the Daily Life comics and I think that'll be my goal for 2021 UwU

(comic made by me and @phoenixvitae )

Bonus panel:

[grimcorvis]

"I know how to pull a few strings, and our costume department has some connections. It wasn't hard." Grim giggled at Abaddon's reaction and kissed his cheek. "Merry Christmas, babe. I hope all of this helps make this holiday a little better for you."

"Merry Christmas, my lovely darling~! I made cookies for us, a warm dinner, and for a present, I got you something special. Remember our first play, Wicked? Well...I got in contact with Broadway and got you an authentic copy of Elphaba's costume and broom!"

Abaddon’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Y-You did what? How did- who did- HOW?”

[grimcorvis]

Sins Locked Away- The Wedding

Part 3 of 3 (Part 1 & Part 2)

The Aftermath

“Papa!” “Jeffrey!” “Abaddon!” Reaper, his mom, and Alistair came running over to him, the rain continuing to pour. “Are you alright? That was an incredible battle! I didn’t know you had that in you!” Alistair held onto his arm and helped him to his feet. Reaper went to assist him on his other side as Raphael called out to them. “Abaddon! You need to hurry over here now. He hasn’t got much time left…” Raphael’s hands were covered in blood, and Grim was still bleeding out on the ground.

“T-Take me to him…” Abaddon could barely keep his eyes open, the battle had exhausted every last bit of strength he had. Right now though, all he cared about was seeing Grim, no matter what condition he was in. 

Alistair and Reaper helped Abaddon walk over to his bloody fiancé on the ground, easing him down beside him. His condition was terrible- Grim’s skin was almost white as a sheet, blood pooled around his body on the ground, it flooded from his chest and even trickled down the corners of his mouth. His breathing was slow and shallow, his overall appearance was worse than Death itself; he was dying. “...A...Abaddon..?”

Abaddon rushed to his side, grasping Grim’s hand. “I’m here… I’m here…” He hated seeing Grim like this, but what else could he do? Raphael had clearly tried everything judging by the countless amounts of medical supplies around him. 

“You...you really did it...you kicked Satan’s ass...you’re free…” Grim smiled weakly at him, interrupted by a coughing fit which caused more blood to spurt from his chest and mouth. “..I’m so p-proud of you, baby…” “Abaddon, I- I tried everything and nothing could heal him. I even tried to apply bandages but the wound burned me. I-I- I don’t have the power to heal him from this.” Raphael stammered, visibly shaking as he could not do the one job he had been given. “He’s fading fast…”

“It’s okay… we’ll think of something…” Abaddon was now just as emotionally exhausted as he was physically. This day started so perfectly, and now his fiance was dying in front of him. ‘Wait… we never even got married!’ Abaddon looked down at Grim again, the sight almost too horrifying to stare at. “Grim… stay with me… we can still save today… Let’s… we can still get married… right…?”

Grim reached up with a trembling hand and cupped Abaddon’s cheek, smearing crimson on his tan skin. “Abby...I want you t..to promise me something……promise me that y-you’ll be strong..no matter what happens...I l..love you so much.” He coughed again, his silver eyes losing their light. “So this is what it’s like...dying. N-never thought it...w-would happen...to me…”

Grim’s hand started to go limp, causing Abaddon to panic. “Grim…! Grim, stay with me. Please… don’t leave me. I need you, I… I love you.”

“I...l...love...you...t...too…be...s..strong....” His silver eyes dulled to gray and his lids slowly shut. His hand went limp and fell to the ground in the puddle of blood, his entire corpse now frigid. Raphael felt Grim’s chest for a heartbeat, then his neck for a pulse. He didn’t have the heart to look at Abaddon, his own tears falling to the ground as a downpour began. “...I’m sorry...he’s gone.”

“No… no, no… he- he can’t be…” Even as Abaddon spoke those words, he knew what was true. The Grim Reaper was dead, his body lying cold in front of him. Abaddon fell across his body, crying out for all who could hear. 

The rain poured down on all of them as Abaddon wailed, the garden even began to wilt from the loss of Grim and Abaddon’s anguish. Reaper let out a mournful wail as everyone shared their tears. Abigail hugged her son, this wasn’t how she wanted his birthday to go for him. It was a while before Raphael got to his feet, placing his hand on Abaddon’s shoulder. “Abaddon...you should go rest. We’ll take care of Grim now…”

“NO! Don’t take him from me!” Abaddon was not in the right state of mind to leave Grim’s side. He planned on sharing his whole afterlife with him, but now… he wasn’t even sure where Grim’s spirit was if he even had one. 

Alistair kneeled to Abaddon’s side and took his hand. “Abaddon...he’s already gone. We can’t bring him back, and I wish we could...we should tend to your wounds. Raphael will handle his body. C’mon Ab.” He gently tried to coax the demon away from the limp form of Grim, there was nothing else they could do for the Reaper.

Abaddon’s eyes flashed blue as Asmodeus communicated with him. After a second, he was brought back to reality. “Mom… remember the… the bottle I asked you to look after?”

“Huh? That red one? Y-yes, I remember. It’s on my nightstand...why?” Abigail looked at her son, why was he suddenly bringing this up now of all times? Was there something special about it?

“Get it for me… quickly!” Abaddon had tears in his eyes, although his expression turned more determined than depressed. ‘God, I hope Asmodeus was right about your gift.’

Abigail nodded and ran across the street to the house. It was easy to find the bottle of red liquid, shimmering gold in the light. She held it close as she ran so she wouldn't drop it, then handed it to her son. "Here, it's still unopened." The angels' eyes widened at the vial and Raphael was the first to speak. "That's- how did you get that?"

“So it is what Asmodeus said it was… It’s a bottled miracle.” Abaddon cracked a smile for the first time after the battle. Finally, there was hope. 

"That's incredibly hard to get from the Almighty...not even the highest-ranking angels could get that. You're really lucky to have been given that." Alistair looked at the bottle in awe, scooting back to give Abaddon space to use it on Grim. Would this work? Could the miracle bring Grim back from the dead? There was only one way to find out.

Abaddon uncorked the bottle, staring at the glowing liquid inside. ‘God, if you’re listening, please… bring Grim back to me.’ He listed Grim’s lifeless body, tipping the liquid into his mouth. 

The red seeped past his lips and down his throat. For a little bit, it seemed like nothing was happening. The silence that hung in the air was suspenseful as they waited. Raphael took out a stethoscope and placed it on Grim's chest. "I'm not getting anything yet...maybe it takes a while to go through his system? Gotta be patient, keep pouring it."

“R-right.” Abaddon continued to pour the crimson liquid down Grim’s throat. He was starting to get nervous, questions running through his mind. ‘What if this doesn’t work? What if he’s really gone for good? What if I never love again…?’

Half the bottle was used before Raphael held up his hand to pause Abaddon. "Hold on- I think I'm getting something. It's faint, but I can hear his heart!" He glanced at Abaddon with a hopeful smile. "Okay okay- can you wrap his stomach with bandages? We don't want him to bleed out again when he comes back." He kept his ear on his heart, making sure Grim stayed with them this time.

Abaddon snapped back to reality, a new feeling of invigoration coursing through him. His eyes turned purple as Asmodeus supplied some of his power to magically bind Grim’s wounds together. After it was complete Abaddon returned back to normal, panting and sweating. “There. Is he still alive?”

"Yes, yes he is! His heartbeat isn't that strong, but he's back!" Raphael took off his stethoscope and wiped the sweat from his head. "Thank God, he's back.." Sure enough, there was a slight movement in Grim's chest. He was beginning to breathe as his heart got working again, and his deathly pale skin was looking less white. "If you didn't have that miracle I don't know what we would've done. You brought him back." 

The number of tears that Abaddon cried today could fill a river, and this moment was no different. Tears of joy fell from his face as he hugged Grim’s body close to his. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

Grim only made a quiet moan in response, still unconscious and in a terrible amount of pain. "Easy Jeffrey, we should be gentle with him now." His mother smiled softly at him and patted his shoulder. "Your mom is right. He still needs a lot of healing and so do you. Demonic injuries are not to be taken lightly." Raphael packed his bag and stood up. "Koban can carry Grim inside. We need to give you both proper attention. For Grim, however, he'll need a different type of doctor for his wound."

Abaddon turned to Raphael sharply. “You are not taking him away from me! I can carry him myself.” Without another word he lifted Grim into his arms, standing on shaking legs. 

"Abaddon- you are in no condition to support him!" Raphael argued with him, frowning. They both needed to rest and pushing himself was the last thing Abaddon should do! Koban strode over and picked both Abaddon and Grim up into his large arms. "No one will take him away from you, little demon. If you will not let me carry him, then I will carry you as well. No arguing about it."

Abaddon sighed, knowing he was in a losing battle. “Fine, but Grim is not going to leave my sight.” He had already lost Grim once, and he wasn’t going to take any more chances. 

Koban nodded and understood Abaddon's worry, carrying the two of them back into their home as the rain got worse. Everyone followed them inside to dry off and relax from the chaos of the wedding. The only one who didn't come in was Joseph, who stayed out on the porch. The tall Oni set Grim in bed and Abaddon next to him in a chair. "Now, stay put. Raphael will tend to your injuries, but he is calling another to look after Grim's. Only one type of doctor can handle that infernal wound."

“Who did he call?” Abaddon thought Raphael was the best in his field, who does the best healer call for help?

"A demon doctor. You'd be surprised that your kind actually has them." He explained as he draped a blanket over Grim's body to warm him up. "Apparently they specialize in infernal and strong holy energies and can withstand them to heal their patients. Raphael cannot do that, so he will be tending to you while the other one tends to Grim."

Abaddon was hesitant to trust anyone else with Grim, but what other choice did he have? “Alright… I don’t like it but… I trust you.”

Koban looked at Abaddon over his shoulder and smiled at him. “Raphael will be in the room with them at the same time, you have no reason to fret. You both are in good hands.” He rested a hand on Abaddon’s head and ruffled his hair slightly. There was muffled shouting from downstairs and he sighed. “I’ll go deal with that. Why don’t you change out of your dress in the meantime?” He suggested as he got up and left the room, shutting the door on the way out. The only sounds that could be heard were the faint noises downstairs and Grim’s soft breathing.

Abaddon struggled to get up, groaning in pain for every inch he moved. He had just enough strength to strip the dress off himself before collapsing against the chair once again. “Fuck… I really am beat up, huh?” The question was posed to Grim, though Abaddon knew he wasn’t going to get an answer. 

If he was actually conscious, he definitely would’ve retorted with ‘Yes, you are. But still sexy as ever~’. He probably wouldn’t be awake for a while. It wasn’t too long before Raphael peeked his head in the bedroom. “Abaddon? I can come in now, right? I have an...assistant with me if they can also come in to help.” A voice from behind him scoffed, tinged with German. “Assistant?! I am more skilled in demon medicine than you. You should be my assistant instead, Archangel!”

“They sound fun. Hope they can handle scantily clad demons in poor condition.” When all else was gone, Abaddon still had his sass. He adjusted himself as best he could on the chair for whatever medical procedures needed to be done. 

Raphael nodded with an eye roll at the person behind him, then entered the room. The person that followed was definitely a demon by the aura around her. Blonde hair stuck out from a wide-brimmed hat, she wore a dark overcoat and high boots, brown leather gloves, and carried a medical satchel with them. The most striking and creepy thing about her was the familiar bird-like plague mask she wore, black tears dripping from pitch black eyeholes. "Alright then, where is my patient?" She asked, pulling out a long needle.

“Raphael, I’m immediately having second thoughts…” Abaddon was rightfully put off by the demon’s appearance. The last time he saw one of those masks was the same day his mother died. 

Raphael sighed at Abaddon and kneeled down, opening his own medical bag. "Cicely's the only one who can heal Grim. Demons don't really have doctors and she's the only one with the right skills for this. Just...trust me. Please." He looked at him with a pleading expression as the plague doctor looked around their room with a hum. "Nice place for the living world...oh, is that my patient in the bed?"

Abaddon couldn’t help but stare at Cicely with fear. He was forced to trust a complete stranger with the fate of the love of his life. It didn’t help that she was wearing a mask that caused him a lot of trauma as a child. 

Cicely strode over to Grim, pulling back the sheets and opening his tattered shirt to get a look at his gash. "Sheiße...this is one Heaven of a wound. Did someone try to heal this? While I can see they tried, he'll need a lot more than an attempt to close it." While Cicely looked over Grim, Raphael started to apply a powerful aloe cream to Abaddon's burns. "Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?"

“Whatever it is, I can handle it.” Abaddon was not about to be weak in front of everyone, especially not the new girl. ‘Excuse me for trying to save my fiancé’s life.’

Raphael continued to apply the cream as Cicely took out a few tools- sewing needle, surgical thread, a hypodermic needle, and a few bottles of fluids to sterilize and numb the wound. "This is going to take half of my thread to sew up. If I weren't a demon I'd use about 5 gallons of holy water for this thing." She groaned and filled up the needle, readying a numbing solution.

It took every last bit of strength for Abaddon to not knock out everyone in this room so he could heal Grim himself. He knew he could do it, but it would take way longer without the proper tools and training. So, Abaddon was forced to just sit and watch his beloved be poked and prodded several times with a needle. 

Grim occasionally made a small groan and winces as Cicely cleaned him up and worked, sewing up his gash carefully. Raphael even gave glances back at the demon, just making sure Grim was doing okay. "You're almost done, Abaddon. Just gotta wrap the rest of your cuts in bandages." "Hey, anyone still using that IV in the corner? Can I use it for The Reaper?" Cicely pointed to the corner near the closet where Raphael's IV bag hung, still somewhat filled with the clear miracle fluid.

“Um… not sure if you want that. It’s full of demon magic, or something similar… Actually, I have no idea. I just know it was last used to help restore my powers temporarily.” Abaddon looked to Raphael to fill in the details, as he was clearly clueless. 

“It’s more like a boosted health formula I concocted, with some demonic ingredients I could lay my hands on to make it specific for you.” The angel explained as he wrapped a part of Abaddon’s arm. “If you’re gonna use it, switch the bag with another IV. Maybe we can use the rest of that bottled miracle to boost his healing. If that’s okay with you, Ab.”

“Don’t see what else we would use it for.” Abaddon started to feel a little better, not realizing how much pain he was in while the adrenaline was still coursing through his body. He handed the bottle to Raphael as he was closest and he could barely keep his eyes open anymore.

“Easy Abaddon, don’t pass out on us yet. At least let me get you in a better sleeping position.” Raphael handed the IV and bottle to Cicely and got up, grabbing a spare blanket and extra pillow for the demon. “You took quite a beating after all. Do you need anything else, medicine wise?” While Raphael dealt with him, Cicely hooked Grim up to the new IV and resumed her work. “He’s a demon, he should be fine. I can feel his aura from here, he’s got enough in reserves.” She waved a hand as she began threading the surgical needle.

“A-aura…? I thought… I was running out of… power…” Abaddon started to drift off to sleep, his body shutting down after being abused in the battle. 

“Just because you still have power doesn’t mean you don’t need rest.” She sighed and paused what she was doing, going over to Abaddon and laying out a spot on the floor for him. “C’mon, you won’t wake up good if you sleep in the chair. Lie here.” Cicely helped him out of the chair and laid the demon on the floor, covering him with the blanket. “Now, get some sleep. The Reaper will be just fine once I’m done sewing him up.”

“O… kay…” Abaddon was too tired to argue, swiftly drifting off to sleep not two seconds later. As much as he wanted to object to his spot on the floor, much preferring to sleep next to Grim, dreamland came all too quickly. 

Cicely and Raphael finished their work on Abaddon and Grim, then left the bedroom to let them rest. While they slept, most of the demons went back to their homes and Hell, deciding that they themselves needed rest. Only Abigail, Alistair, and Reaper stayed in the house to wait for them to wake up. It was quiet for a few hours when Grim finally made a few grunts, coming to full consciousness. He cracked his eyes open, blinking the bleariness away. “Wh...where..? Where..am I?”

Abaddon had woken up only minutes before, but he was awake enough to jump onto Grim, hugging him tightly and placing countless kisses on his skin. “Grim! Oh, thank God, I thought I lost you!”

“Agh- ow- stop a second-” Grim placed a hand on Abaddon’s body to stop the assault and bone-crushing hug, pushing him away for some space. He felt a burning pain in his stomach and looked down at himself, his torso covered in bandages. “What happened to me...why am I feeling so much pain?”

“You were… attacked.” Abaddon took a deep breath before explaining. “Satan crashed our wedding and-”

“Wedding? What wedding? And why would it be ours?” Grim cut him off and seemed very confused. It was then Abaddon could see that Grim’s eyes were not the gleaming silver they usually were. No...these were cold, gray steely eyes. They did not look at him the same way they had at the podium, in Japan, in Paris, and every other day of their lives. “Who..who even are you?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

[grimcorvis]

Sins Locked Away- The Wedding

Part 2 of 3 ( Part 1 here) 

Party Crasher

The crowd let out several murmurs amongst themselves and turned their heads to see who had spoken out. Grim raised a brow and looked towards the back, keeping his hold on his fiance’s hands. Who on Earth would object to them being married? "Is that...?” 

Abaddon gasped, sensing an aura that sent a shiver down his spine. He called out to the man in question, trying to act calm through his fear. “If I remember correctly, we made sure not to invite you. Leave now or you will be escorted out.”

“Escort me out? I don’t think you’ll do such a thing, my boy.” The voice in the back laughed smugly and stepped out into the aisle. It was an all too familiar man; his eyes ablaze with anger and annoyance, a tight smile on his face. It was the Wizard. Grim growled lowly and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t test us. We know you’re not who you say you are, and we will escort you out by force. Leave.”

Abaddon could only stand there in fear, sensing the man’s aura that radiated so much power. There was only one being he knew of with that much anger and hatred inside them. Abaddon was surprised it took him this long to realize just who he was dealing with. “You’re not welcome here, Satan. Go back to your own circle of Hell before anyone gets hurt.”

There were murmurs and gasps from the humans, demons, and angels around them. The Wizard's tight-lipped smile turned into a sinister smirk. "You finally figured it out? It certainly took you long enough, Abaddon...or should I say, Jeffrey Payne~" He waved a hand over his body as his outfit and appearance changed in front of everyone. 'The Wizard' now wore a long black and elaborate trench coat, tall heeled boots, and a purple and black top hat. Blonde hair wrapped in a braid that rivaled Grim's own, and his eyes were now black and red. 

Grim instinctively stood in front of his bride, scowling. "Dear, stay close to me. We don't know what he could be planning." His hand had a death grip on Abaddon's as Satan began to stroll down the aisle towards them.

Abaddon nodded to Grim, steadying himself for whatever was about to happen. Thousands of possibilities raced across his mind as he stared the devil himself down. ‘Should I tell everyone to evacuate? Is there going to be a fight? Are we even strong enough to fight?’

Reaper was smart enough to read Abaddon's thoughts and shared them with Abigail. "Jeffrey, honey, you worry about you. Your friends and I will get everyone out." She whispered to him as Satan made his way closer and closer. "You two really know how to piss me off. No soul corruptions? No spirits sent to Hell? And I find out you're goofing off up here in a play and having this wedding. And you don't even invite your own boss! Honestly, I'm so wounded." Satan placed a hand on his chest and sarcastically sighed. "Now why do that to little old me?"

“Maybe because we hate you and everything you stand for?” The words fell out of Abaddon’s mouth before he could even think of the repercussions for saying them. “I’ve spent 450 years doing whatever you told me to do, and I hated every second of it. You can’t control me any longer.”

"And me. Both of us are done being your puppets." Grim nodded in agreement, looking back at Abaddon with a small smile. Satan paused in his tracks and was silent for a minute, then burst out laughing. "How pathetic is that! You really don't know, do you? I have total control over you!" He reached into his coat and pulled out a worn and old contract. It unfurled and Satan flashed his sharp teeth. "I believe you'll recognize the signature at the bottom."

Abaddon squinted at the parchment, trying to decipher the signature at the bottom. A wave of cold washed over him as he realized who’s name was signed on the line. “That’s… no, it can’t be…” 

"That's right: Joseph Payne!" Satan cackled and tossed the contract to them. "Your religious father begged me for help since the Almighty didn't help him. Shows how good of a god She is, doesn't it? I wonder what it was he begged me for, why don't you take a look at what your dear old dad did~" He pointed at the signature and the last paragraph before it. Joseph was pale-faced and looked away out of shame. "Son...I am so sorry…"

Abaddon shook as the contract was tossed to him, landing on the floor in front of him. He looked to his father with rage and disappointment. “What did you do?!” 

Joseph heaved a sad sigh and his eyes glanced at the contract. "...I asked for you. For a son. I was terrified that I would get a daughter, you remember that they were treated so poorly back then. I tried to pray to God...but I got nothing. I prayed and prayed for hours, days even...still nothing. With desperation, I turned to him." He looked up at Satan with a frown. "He gave me what I asked for. In return- you would be his when you died…forgive me, Jeffrey."

Abaddon was stunned to silence, trying to process everything that was said. “...All this time… I thought what I did caused me to become… this. Turns out, like most of my problems growing up, you were the cause of it.”

Grim placed his hand on Abaddon's shoulder. "Abby...we can deal with this later. Right now, another asshole requires our attention. Let's focus on getting him out of here and getting everyone to safety." Satan chuckled darkly at the display in front of him. "Oh boo hoo~ Such hurt and betrayal. Come now, come back home with me, my son. It's time for you to really learn how to be a princely demon."

“I am not your son! I’m not your anything, not anymore. You don’t own me.” Abaddon stared down the man that had caused him so much anguish for centuries. “I don’t care how much power you think you have, because you have none against me.”

“You should care, Abaddon.” Satan sneered and brought a hand behind his back. “While I have power, I know that you hardly have any left. If I have to kill you to bring back the demon in you, I will.” He pulled out a horrid scythe from behind him, its blade pulsing with one of the most powerful demonic auras ever felt. It was jagged and purple, adorned with a skull frozen in mid-scream. The humans shrieked and started to flee in random directions at the sight of it.

“Not if I have any say in this. You won’t lay a finger on my bride!” Grim glared at his boss and turned to the podium where a golden cross hung. He pried it off and revealed it to be the holy spear he had ordered from Heaven, the blue spearhead glowing brightly. “Abaddon, stay close to Alistair and Raphael. Have the others help the humans out of here.” He ordered, stepping forward in a defensive stance. “I promised I would keep you safe, and I meant it!”

Abaddon hesitated for just a moment, not wanting to leave Grim to fight by himself. “Alright, just… be careful.” He stood back, the angels standing in front to protect him. He hated not being able to help, but he knew just how dangerous getting in the line of fire for that weapon could be. 

“Playing the hero, are we Reaper? That’s gutsy. I’ve always wanted to know what would happen if I killed you, looks like we get to find out today!” Satan charged forward and raised his scythe at Grim. It was blocked by the spear, the holy and hellish auras crackling and sparking as they met with each clash. Koban and the other demons tried to help the humans out of the garden, while Alistair, Raphael, Reaper, and Abigail stuck close to Abaddon. Reaper whimpered at Abaddon’s feet, scared out of his puppy wits. “Papa, I’m scared! What’s gonna happen to Daddy and the bad man if this keeps going? Is he gonna come for us?”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that…” Abaddon was just as scared as Reaper was, the only difference was that he had to hide it for the sake of everyone around him. 

Spear and scythe continued to strike against each other, the skies overhead growing dark as their fight continued. The Lord of Hell was starting to struggle at this point, but he had just begun his real fight. “You honestly think you can save your ‘bride’, Reaper?” Grim let out a laugh and smirked with determination. “Of course I will, we love each other and I know he would do the same for me.” The Devil narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure? Perhaps he was under my command this whole time, I own him after all. Would he do this for you? Or maybe…” “Maybe...what?” “Maybe he was using you, trying to reach the one thing he lost long ago. He was using you to get to Robin, his first love~ Didn’t you try to get it for him, didn’t the thought of getting Robin back make him happier?”

Grim drank in Satan’s words, repeating them in his head. No- no that wasn’t true- was it? He remembered their conversation they had long ago when Abaddon was recovering his memories. He recalled the kiss he was given when Abaddon was told that Grim would go get Robin’s soul. He did want to see Abaddon happy, and Abaddon seemed overjoyed at that. Did...did he really still want Robin? After all the things they went through together? He paused and shook his head to clear the doubt and lies Satan wove with his words, and that gave Satan his window of opportunity. With a swift swing, the spear was knocked from Grim’s grasp and the blade pierced through his skin. A deep gash opened on Grim’s body, sending blood into the air like rose petals. Thunder could be heard above them as Grim was struck, a flash of lightning streaking across the sky. 

There was only silence after the sound of thunder, the world too shocked by what had just occurred. Satan’s laughter was the first thing to break the silence, followed by Abaddon’s blood-curdling scream. “NNNNOOOOOOOOOO!” He fell to his knees, sobbing as his beloved fell to the cold ground, a pool of crimson around his limp body.

The angels, remaining humans, and the demons all stared in horrid shock as Grim now laid on his back in his own blood, lying limp. His chest still rose up and down, he was breathing but for how much longer? Satan laughed, his scythe blade dripping with Grim’s red blood. The spear rolled in the grass, stopping near the podium. “You were always so quick to listen to my lies, Reaper. Now, look where it got you. All I need to do now is put you out of your misery and reclaim what is mine.”

Abaddon’s sorrow quickly turned to rage. He growled at Satan as his skin darkened, wings ripping holes in the back of his dress. Soon, Apollyon had taken over. “YOU BASTARD! I’M GONNA RIP YOU TO SHREDS!” He picked up the holy spear, smoke burning from where the weapon met his demonic skin.

Satan glanced up from the dying body of Grim and couldn’t help but snicker. “Are you sure? You can barely hold onto the spear, let alone contain your beastly demon side. What will you do if you hurt your family and friends? One false move and you could finish off your precious love before I get to~ Now be a good prince and let me end this.”

‘Prince?’ Something about those words struck something deep within him. Abaddon’s true voice came through Apollyon’s form. “The contract… You made my mother pregnant with me… which, ew by the way, but that means… I’m technically your son. I’m a prince of Hell.” As soon as those words left his lips, Abaddon was engulfed in blue fire. When Abaddon emerged, he was dressed in ancient clothing and armor, nine horns adorning his head. His eyes turned blue, as did everything else that was once red. “I am Asmodeus, Prince of Hell, the demon of lust, and the true ruler of the nine circles.” The holy spear had changed form to a demonic sword glowing with blue flames. “Looks like you're my bitch today~ I wonder, should I decapitate you, or castrate you first?”

Everyone now stared at what was once Abaddon, now Asmodeus. This was possible? Even Satan seemed a bit surprised at this. The angels and the others backed up and gave him space, knowing this was going to be a big fight between father and son. The Devil frowned, raising his weapon at the prince. The blood was still fresh and dripping from the blade of the scythe. “True Ruler? I’m warning you, boy. Back down and let me finish the Reaper, and I might let you off with an easy punishment when we return to Hell. You may be my son, but I can still kill you too.” Thunder rumbled again, louder this time as his red eyes burned at Asmodeus’ blue ones.

“Oh please, you kill me? I’d like to see you try.” Asmodeus readied himself for a fight, brandishing his sword. “Bring it on, Lucifer.”

“I plan to, Asmodeus!” Satan hissed and charged at his son, eyes blazing and teeth bared. He swung his scythe as he got close, causing Abigail, Reaper, and the angels to run out of the way. While Satan was away from Grim, Raphael rushed over to his dying body to try and see what he could do to heal him. “Get him, Papa! Kick his a- butt! Avenge Daddy!” “Go, Jeffrey! You can do it, sweetie!” Abigail and Reaper cheered him on from the side, giving the prince moral support.

Asmodeus yawned as their weapons met, easily parrying Satan’s attack. “Boooooring. Can’t you at least try to kill me? It’s no fun if it’s this easy.” He hurled a ball of blue fire at Satan, much more powerful than his usual abilities. 

Satan gasped and dodged the blue fire as it landed in the grass a few feet from where Grim and Raphael were. “Eep! Careful!” Raphael warned as he was trying not to panic. Clearly, healing wasn’t going well and the battle wasn’t helping. The Lord of Hell growled and launched his own fire at Asmodeus, continuing to fight back with his bloody scythe. “I’ll add your blood to your love’s! Perhaps I can beat you close to death and you can watch as I kill everyone here!”

Asmodeus dodged the fire as it hit the podium behind him. “Now this is getting interesting~” He lunged at Satan, taking the fight more seriously this time. 

Thunder clapped again with another flash of lightning, rain beginning to fall from the sky as their battle waged on in the Garden. Abigail and Reaper continued to cheer on Asmodeus while Alistair and the other demons finished getting the humans out of harm’s way. Satan realized he would have to start playing dirty again. “Are you proud of this now? Fighting your own father, your world crumbling around you, and your lover dying? It’s your fault you know~ If you never slacked off or met him, none of this would have happened. You caused Grim to get hurt, you’re the one who is letting him die~”

Asmodeus was unphased by his words, being the combination of Abaddon and Apollyon made him a surprisingly rational thinker. “Exactly, I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for Grim. I’d still be working for you, doing a job Abaddon hates and Apollyon only tolerates for little to no pay. Instead, Abaddon is finally happy after centuries of your abuse. I can feel each scar that was caused by you. Now, you’re going to feel the same.”

Well, Satan didn’t expect this from Asmodeus. His little mind tricks usually worked on everyone, even demons. Now to have Asmodeus easily not play into his words caused him slight shock..and building anger. “Hate to break it to you, but I shall walk away without a scratch. You will have more than a few puny scars when I’m done with you. I’ll tear your tail off and let the dogs eat you alive!”

“Dogs, huh? Not a bad idea.” Asmodeus turned to look at the crowd of Abaddon’s loved ones. “Reaper, come to me.”

Reaper’s eyes flashed yellow and he nodded, taking off the pillow saddle and running over to Asmodeus. As he ran, his puppy body started to get larger and his horns grew on his head. His fur rippled as his fat turned to muscle, his teeth becoming sharper and his eyes glowing bright yellow. In a matter of seconds, standing beside the demon, was a full-grown Reaper the Hellhound. The giant wolf-dog growled at Satan, saliva dripping from his jaws. “I’m ready to fight by your side, Papa.”

“Good boy.” Asmodeus turned to Satan, a smirk on his face. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

“Grr, this will change nothing! This is just another creature I need to get rid of to end you!” Satan growled, seemed like his son didn’t even want to go with him by force. “Let’s finish this, you’ll have quite the punishment waiting for you in the deepest circle of Hell!” His scythe started to glow and purple flames lined the blade, light flickering against the crimson blood still there. “Now, show me what a ‘Prince of the Nine Circles’ can actually do.”

“With pleasure~” Asmodeus took a fighting stance once again, preparing to strike. “Reaper, sick ‘em.” 

“Yes, Papa!” Reaper charged at Satan and bared his teeth, latching on to the arm that held the scythe. His teeth dug into Satan’s flesh, causing his own blood to trickle down the wound. “AGH! Get off of me, you stupid flea-ridden runt!” He shouted, dropping his scythe and smacking Reaper in his face to get him off.

Asmodeus saw his opportunity, striking Satan straight through his heart (if he even had one). Black blood pooled around his sword, adding fuel to the blue flames that engulfed it. “Too easy. Better luck next time, Satan.”

“GAH-” Satan only had time to gasp as the holy blade impaled him, and he looked down at his own chest as his blood dripped down his coat. Reaper let go of his arm and Satan looked at Asmodeus. “Heh..kind of funny, isn’t it? One life for another… I couldn’t be more proud of the bastard you are.” As he spoke, his physical form started to fade away in the wind like ash. “Good luck, Prince Asmodeus. If you defeated me, then you’ll make a damn good ruler of Hell.”

“I’ll see you in the 9th circle… father.” Asmodeus removed his sword from Satan’s body, causing the rest of his form to turn to ash. He fell to the ground, exhausted as he returned to Abaddon’s form which was now bruised, bloody, and burnt. 

[grimcorvis]

Sins Locked Away- The Wedding

Part 1 of 3

(Aw ye we did it! Angst time! Phoenix and I finished it and now it’s time to share it!)

Characters: Grim Corvis Abaddon Payne Reaper the Hellhound Abigail Payne Joseph Payne Alistair the Angel Raphael the Archangel Ezzel the Succubus Daemonera the Harpy Orcus, Demon of Greed Koban the Oni Satan (duh) Cicely the Plague Doctor

(HUGE thank you to @phoenixvitae for cowriting it with me and thank you to @sassinapaperbag for letting us use their Satan design and plague doctor!)

The Wedding

The day had arrived. It was the biggest moment of both of their lives, and it would change them forever. This would be a historic moment for a demon and Death……for it was their wedding. Grim could hardly contain himself as he dressed in his tuxedo, hair wrapped in its braid. His palms were shaky and sweaty as he tried to put on his bowtie, and he fumbled with the silky fabric. He couldn’t see his soon-to-be-husband until he walked down the aisle to meet him at the podium, and he was extremely antsy. A knock sounded and a blue-skinned demon walked in, silver hair tied in a bun and long horns adorned with gold cuffs.

“Grim, you’re trembling.” Koban the Oni shook his head at the Reaper, walking over to assist his friend. “You need to relax, this is a big day for you. You should be proud! And yet you behave as if this is more terrifying than the pits of Tartarus.”

“It’s more anxiety and excitement rather than fear.” Grim sighed, letting Koban tie his bow for him. “It’s my first wedding in all my 6019 years of existence. I’m finally going to spend eternity with the one I truly love. What if I freeze up and screw up my vows? What if I drop the ring and lose it?! What if-” He started to panic, but Koban placed a hand on his shoulder.

“My friend, you will be fine. Besides- Raphael, Alistair, myself, and Orcus will be nearby to help you out if you need it.” He assured Grim and Death sighed, nodding. He hoped everything would be fine. Hopefully, Abaddon was having a better time on his end, this was nerve-wracking already!

As it turns out, Abaddon was hyperventilating as he was putting on his dress. “I’m not ready for this! What was I thinking?! We’ve known each other, what, a few months and we’re already getting married?!”

"Abaddon Jeffery Payne, would you hold still for a minute?" Abigail sighed heavily and tried to help him put his dress on, his veil resting on a chair. "Relax, dear. You've been planning this and waiting for this for a while. If you wanted to wait, then that would just make the anxiety worse." She came to his front and cupped his cheek. "Besides, what better day than today- your birthday."

Abaddon took a few deep breaths, finally calming down after hours of severe anxiety. “You’re right. Then again you’re always right, aren’t you?” 

Abigail smiled and winked at her son. "That's why I'm your mother. Now, let's get your tail under the skirt- and hold still for me this time." She started to fix up his skirt as Ezzel peeked in the room. 

"OooOooOooo, so elegant~! And the groom is looking the same way!" Ezzel giggled and took a picture with her phone. "People are starting to file into the Garden, and your angel and demon friends will show up any minute. Koban's already helping Grim."

“Seems like everything is going perfectly. Thanks for helping out, Mom. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Abaddon embraced his mother, something that wasn’t even possible before he met Grim. So much had changed in his life, and all of it for the better. 

His mother hugged back, careful not to wrinkle the dress or smudge any makeup. "You're ever so welcome honey." She smiled and looked at the time. "Now, you wait in here for a bit and don't sneak off. I need to see if everything is set up. Ezzel dear, come help me a moment." 

Ezzel nodded, following Abigail out of the doorway. The door closed, but not before a certain Hellpuppy snuck his way through. "Papa!! Papa, there's so many people and so much excitement! I'm so happy for you and Daddy!!" A pillow was strapped to Reaper's back, small enough to not be cumbersome, and with an indent for two rings to be placed.

“Oh my celestial being, you are SO CUTE!!!” Abaddon picked up Reaper into his arms, squishing his face and petting him furiously. “Who gave you the right to be this adorable?!”

“Noooooo stahp it! Heeheehee!” Reaper giggled as he was loved on and smooshed by his pseudo-dad. “I gave myself the right, Papa!” He licked his nose and squirmed to get down. “You look so pretty! You look pretty and Daddy looks handsome! I can’t wait for you to see him! When are you gonna go and kiss him, Papa? Is it soon?” There was so much excitement and Reaper was literally vibrating with it.

Abaddon laughed at Reaper’s enthusiasm, happy to have him in his life. “I’ve completely lost track of time. I don’t know how much time we have before we’re supposed to start.”

"From what Grandma and her ex Grandpa said, pretty soon. I need to go and get the rings, and then Grandma said she'll come and get you to walk you down the aisle. I just wanted to say hi." Reaper smiled and wagged his tail. "Oh- and Daddy said he has the perfect song for your walk."

Abaddon made a curious expression. “He’s not going with the classic?” His curiosity slowly turned into excitement. “Can’t wait to hear it!”

The little pup giggled and nodded. "I gotta go, Papa. But I'll see you out there!" He nudged the door open and trotted out of the room, leaving Abaddon alone. It wouldn't be much longer now, the voices of people could be heard and seen from outside the window. This was gonna be big.

Grim paced in his secluded room, waiting until they were called out to the graveyard. He wanted to see Abaddon so bad, he was so anxious and excited all at once. He bit his lip and took a breath, creeping out into the hall. He gently knocked on Abaddon's door, smiling. "Hey, babe. Are you doing okay in there?" He asked softly, staying outside the room. He wasn't looking in the room at Abaddon, this was avoiding the bad luck, right?

The sudden knock startled Abaddon for a second, but the sound of Grim’s voice immediately soothed him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… nervous as all purgatory.”

"You and me both, sweetheart." Grim laughed softly, leaning against the door frame. "I can see that everyone is almost here, even our acting troupe is here." He placed his hand on the door and smiled. "I bet you look so beautiful. I wish I could see you right now…"

“I do too, but it’s bad luck to see the bride, or in this case the one in the dress, before the wedding.” Abaddon placed his hand on the door as well, not knowing that Grim was doing the same. 

"Do you think that...I could at least hold your hand? I won't look at your hand, but- holding it might help my nerves." He suggested, his hand matching Abaddon's on the other side. "It might make you feel better too. Considering I can tell that we're both nervous as all Heaven."

Abaddon cracked a smile. “Seems like I’m starting to rub off on you. You’re speaking in hell slang.” He chuckled to himself, opening the door a crack and offering his hand. 

True to his word, Grim didn't look at his hand. He grabbed it and entwined his fingers together, feeling a little more relieved. "How's this? Do you feel a little better?" His hand felt so warm, yet it trembled slightly with excitement. He could feel his heartbeat and Abaddon's through their touch.

Abaddon took a deep breath, feeling the slight chill of Grim’s skin course through him. “Yeah, much better. Thanks.” He closed his eyes, standing there for what felt like an eternity. 

“You’re welcome, mi amor. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to call you my husband.” Grim sighed, squeezing his hand. He was snapped out of the quiet moment when Alistair called up the steps. “GRIM! Everything’s almost ready, go get your butt out there! You need to get into position!” “Ah- coming!” He turned his head back to the door. “I have to go. I’ll see you out there, darling.” 

Abaddon had returned to the mirror, not noticing that the door had swung open wider behind him. Nonchalantly he replied, “Til Death do us part, my love~” He continued touching up his makeup, the mirror just out of the way of reflecting the wide-open door and Grim’s shocked face in it. 

Grim froze for a moment, unable to tear his gaze away from the demon in the room. He- he had seen him. In the dress. He wasn’t able to finish his thoughts as Alistair grabbed his hand, pulling him from the doorway. “What are you staring at? Come on! You’re gonna be late!” The angel tugged him out of the house and across the street to the graveyard.

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Abigail knocked on the doorframe of Abaddon’s room. “Dear? It’s time. Are you ready?” She asked and picked up his veil and bouquet, holding them out to him. The flowers were fire lilies, beautiful orange flowers like the one Grim placed in his hair the day they became a couple.

Abaddon took a deep breath, turning to his mother in the open doorway. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” He placed the veil on his head, taking one last look at himself in the mirror. “You know, I honestly never thought this day would come. Especially not 450 years ago.”

“And now that day is here. And I’m so glad I can be here for it.” Abigail started getting teary-eyed already. She dabbed her eyes a bit with a tissue and took her son’s hand. “Come, everyone is waiting for the bride. Can’t keep your new husband waiting.” She guided Abaddon out of the house and across the street. Cars were lined on the sidewalk for almost a mile, it seemed like everyone was here and then some. She paused outside of the gate, where Ezzel and Daemonera stood waiting. “This is it. Deep breath honey, and happy birthday my sweet boy.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Abaddon pulled her in for a quick embrace, not realizing until now how much he used to wish that she could be at his wedding when he was young. Tears started to form in his eyes as he quickly pulled away, not wanting to get too emotional yet. 

Ezzel smiled at her demon brother and entered the Garden, Daemonera following behind. The music started up when it was Abaddon’s turn, and Reaper was right about it not being the traditional wedding theme. It was soft piano music, ‘Everything Stays’ floating through the air. The crowd of people faced the gate smiling and teary-eyed. At the very end, standing in front of Abaddon’s father at the altar, was Grim. Standing in a tux, just like in his dream, and his silver eyes were watery with joy.

Abaddon burst into tears as well, his literal dreams coming true before him. He walked down the aisle, trying his best to keep his composure as best he could. Reaper was right in front of him, both carrying the rings and spreading flower petals on the ground from a basket tied to his neck. The hellhound occasionally looking back was the only thing keeping Abaddon from breaking down in the middle of the aisle. 

 Reaper shook the last of the flower petals from the basket as he reached the end of the aisle, trotting over to stand by the girls. Ezzel and Daemonera on one side, Raphael and Alistair on the other side by Grim. It was perfect. Grim held out his hand as Abaddon joined him and Abigail sat in the front row as she gave her son to the Grimm Reaper. 

Grim gently lifted Abaddon's veil from his face, a happy tear escaping those captivating silver eyes. "You look beautiful…" He whispered and held his hand, using his other to wipe away the stray tear. Even though he saw him in the dress beforehand, he couldn't get over how amazing he looked.

 Abaddon leaned into Grim’s hand, a smile forming on his face. “Thanks. You look amazing too.” The tears had finally stopped running down his face as he stared at the man that would soon be his husband. He whispered to Grim, “Ready for the best day of our lives?”

"Ready as ever." Grim nodded and stared back. He wanted to keep staring, but they had to break away and face Joseph, Abaddon's father, and the man uniting them. He cleared his throat and began. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here on this wonderful day..to celebrate the union of Abaddon Jeffery Payne-" Joseph gestured to his son. "-and Grim Azrael Corvis." He then did the same to the Reaper. "This wedding doesn't just symbolize their love- it symbolizes a special bond. A bond that runs deep in their hearts, one that all of us wish to someday achieve."

All the humans in the crowd seemed confused by those names but quickly returned to watching the ceremony. Hopefully, they all assumed they were just using stage names until now. 

Abaddon leaned closer to Grim, listening to his father’s words. Centuries ago something like this would have never happened between them. Now they were both demons and have changed for the better. Funny how things work out like that.

Joseph went on for a few minutes about love and marriage and yada yada all that boring stuff, and then it was time for them to say their vows. "Abaddon. Grim. You may now speak your vows to each other. Say them openly-" He smiled and spoke quieter to them. "-and do your best." Joseph stood up straight and nodded for them to go ahead.

Grim mustered up the courage to go first, taking a deep breath and holding Abaddon’s hands. “Abby. The time that we’ve been together has...it’s honestly been the happiest time of my life. When I’m down or upset or worried, you know how to make me feel so much better. You never cease to make me smile and laugh. You’re so perfect- none of the others I’ve dated before can even compare. I love you, and I always will no matter what happens.”

Abaddon had to fight back tears as his turn came up. “Grim, I can honestly say that I never expected any of this to happen. All my life I thought I’d be alone and miserable, corrupting souls for all eternity. But, you showed me that life doesn’t have to be about pleasing other people. You showed me how to be… free.” He started to choke on his words, emotion getting the best of him. “I-I promise to always love you and to be there for you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Their words brought the crowd to tears and sniffles. It was so moving, even Reaper was whimpering with how precious his dads were being. Joseph wiped a tear away as he cleared his throat. “If anyone has cause to object to the forming of their union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“I, in fact, object.” Rang out a rather smug, yet somehow still pissed off voice, in the far back of the clearing.

[grimcorvis]

*Whistles and hang a mistletoe above Abaddon and Grim*

"What are y- oh. Oh I see~" Grim looked up and saw the mistletoe above his and Abaddon's head. "This is one of my favorite traditions for Christmas, and I have a feeling you'll like it too. Ever hear of mistletoe? It's good luck if a couple kiss under this plant." He smiled and leaned forward, locking Abaddon's lips with his. After a few seconds, he pulled away. "And that's the beauty of mistletoe~"

[grimcorvis]

"You really don't know how things are done with this holiday, do you?" Grim deadpanned and placed a hat on Abaddon's head. "Girl, this is Christmas. As in: snack on as many cookies and sweets as you want, bake a giant feast and have leftovers until February, cuddle by the fire for hours, and open presents on Christmas Day with family." He smiled and placed a kiss on Abaddon's nose. "Now perk up! We have a tree to decorate! And we have lights to put up outside!"

"Dear? Christmas is coming up soon, was there anything specific or specific things you're hoping for?"

Abaddon shrugged, “I’ve never really been a Christmasy person. You can get me whatever.” Truth be told, he never really enjoyed celebrating it. Though to be fair his only exposure to Christmas was in the medieval era as the pastor’s son, and he became a demon swiftly after that. Not much time to enjoy the holliday for what it was.

[grimcorvis]

Grim gasped dramatically at his fiance. "N-not a Christmasy person- WHAT?! Oh we are changing that!" He declared with a gleam in his eye. "You are gonna have the best damn Christmas ever, and I will make you enjoy it!" He started dashing around, turning on Christmas music and putting on a Santa hat, decorating the house. "Come on, I have a tree and ornaments we can set up together! We can make cookies and sweets, and I got a doggy sweater for Reaper! And we'll have your mom and Alistair over for Christmas dinner!"

"Dear? Christmas is coming up soon, was there anything specific or specific things you're hoping for?"

Abaddon shrugged, “I’ve never really been a Christmasy person. You can get me whatever.” Truth be told, he never really enjoyed celebrating it. Though to be fair his only exposure to Christmas was in the medieval era as the pastor’s son, and he became a demon swiftly after that. Not much time to enjoy the holliday for what it was.