“Your species becomes highly violent during celebrations.”
“We call that love,” my mother informed her.
“That explains several wars.”
Meanwhile my demon stood beside the rooftop railing quietly watching the city below. Human city lights reflected softly across the black suit he wore tonight while cool evening wind moved through his dark hair. And the entire world narrowed down to him standing there waiting for me.
I walked toward him while the rooftop chaos continued behind us. His eyes found mine instantly. Then just like that his entireattention shifted toward me in that devastating way that still made my heartbeat betray me.
There was no throne room waiting for us, no politics, no Hell looming over the moment. Just us.
“You disappeared,” I murmured softly after reaching him.
“You were being attacked by floral arrangements.”
“That’s fair.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly before his gaze moved over me. Enough to make warmth crawl into my chest.
“You look beautiful.”
The honesty in his voice hit harder than compliments normally should. Because he sounded like he meant it completely. And God , he looked unfairly beautiful too. Before I could answer, Nina yelled across the rooftop:
“IF YOU TWO START MAKING EYE CONTACT ROMANTICALLY AGAIN I’M STARTING THIS CEREMONY WITHOUT YOU.”
The younger brother nodded seriously beside her. “That feels reasonable.”
My demon seemed deeply unimpressed. “You both are so extra .”
“We’RE IN LOVE,” Nina shouted back.
The ceremony itself moved quickly after that. There was no ancient magic involved and no terrifying rituals waiting to interrupt us. Just city lights glowing around the rooftop, family and friends gathered close, and two completely different worlds meeting in the middle of one tiny space. The cult members cried through the entire thing. Actually sobbed.
One whispered dramatically: “THE PROPHECY.”
“There was no prophecy,” Anderson muttered from the back.
Meanwhile my father stood quietly beside me while Nina’s aunt aggressively fixed my veil for the fourth time.
“You alright,” my father asked softly.
My gaze found my demon waiting beneath the lights near the center of the rooftop. Then I answered:
“Yeah.”
And weirdly, for the first time in a long time, I actually meant it. Then my father squeezed my shoulder once before stepping back quietly. The city wind moved softly through the rooftop lights while everybody gathered around us.
Nina stood beside me holding flowers dramatically while the younger brother leaned beside her looking completely gone already. His mother and father watched from the front row together looking strangely soft beneath the city lights.
And at the center of it all, my demon waited for me. There was no throne behind him, no crown, no title hanging over the moment. Just the man who made coffee in my apartment kitchen and changed my entire life without either of us realizing it at first.
“Go marry your demon already.”
Nina shoved me forward before I could recover.
The rooftop lights blurred slightly around me while I walked toward him through warm city wind and silver candles. And everything felt quiet. Not because the rooftop was silent. The cult members were still crying dramatically somewhere behind us.
But because the second my demon met my eyes, nothing else mattered anymore. He reached for my hand the moment I stopped in front of him.
The human officiant standing beside us blinked several times like he was still trying to process exactly who had hired him.
