The scene in front of Relis faded to black and shifted again as the door of the coach swung open. It found itself in front of another magnificent building which it knew was a temple of worship. It was the place where the Demon Queen and the Human Prince would vow to spend their life together in harmony with the teaching of the gods. Built out of stone so white that it almost blinded one's eyes, decorated with marvelous stonemasonry and colorful flowers it was awe-inspiring.

Slowly and carefully Um’ra stepped outside of the coach, onto white and black gravel. Reli could feel how tense she was, trying to look graceful and elegant, eloquent and beautiful. She came to a halt and waited for the coach to drive off, after which she turned around and saw masses of humans waiting in hopes of sneaking a glance at what was going on. Um’ra gave them the best smile she could muster as she waved gently towards them, trying to make them feel at ease, knowing too well how tense they were themselves.

An eruption of emotion flared up. Cheers of joy and relief could be heard as the worst fear of a gruesome and tyrannical next Queen seemed to be washed away by this small gesture. As the cheers were heard inside the temple the huge white, wood-carved doors, which depicted heroic scenes of Humans fighting against the Demons swung open, revealing the inside.

Hundreds of benches filled with high-ranked noble guests from both Humans and Demons lined the aisle to the altar where Um’ras future husband was waiting for her.

Reli's head felt like it would explode with all the knowledge flooding into it. It recognized each and every Demon sitting on those benches. Their rank, their title, their achievements. It also knew many of the higher-ranked Humans as well. Just the thought of what they had achieved in battle against each other and them now sitting side by side let its blood freeze.

Waiting next to the entrance for Um’ra was the familiar figure of her father, King Fell with his golden eyes that were said to see the future. The gray-haired Demon with its purple, curved horns had a dignified and proud look on its face. Um’ra knew he had hired some human tailor to make himself an outfit worthy of a human king and he was extremely proud of how he looked in it. It was a military uniform inspired by the ones the human military wore. Held in a darker purple tone than the skin he shared with his daughter it complimented him well and underlined his otherworldly charisma. However, it was opulently filled with transparent gems in all sizes and shapes around his stomach and back allowing everybody to see that this old King was still in shape. Even the hole that was cut out of his pants for his dragontail was decorated with spotless gems, contrary to the other gems they were held in a slight purple.

Her father had even decided to wield his trusted sword ‘Nebul’ on his side, an invaluable national treasure. Every piece of it was crafted by masters of their craft. It is said its long, slender and curved blade was forged out of metal given by their god, like the night-sky sparkling sheath formed out of the stars and the white handle carved out of the wood given by the tree that holds together the universe.

After looking at Um’ra and tearing up, her father offered her his arm to lead her to the altar.

“You look gorgeous, my dear,” the king spoke trying to hold back his tears.

“Thank you, Father. I must say you look like a mighty warrior,” she answered, “The human tailors know what they are doing, I must say.”

“True, they did a wonderful job. But I pale in comparison to how wonderful you look. Your mother would be proud,” King Fell said with his voice cracking, “It is a shame she is not here anymore.” “Thank you, Father. It is true, mother would be proud, but let’s not spoil the mood on this joyous occasion. Your dream of peace will finally come true! We will be able to protect the weak through being strong,” Um’ra deflected as she took his arm, “Lead the way, father.”

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As both of them began to gracefully walk music began to play. It was a composition made up of both national anthems, played on harps to make it feel more ethereal than it was. There was little to no harmony in it. It was hard for Um’ra to keep smiling as she heard the new anthem of the united Kingdom for the first time. It felt wrong to her and Reli could feel this as well. A feeling of disgust spread all around it.

However, Um’ra kept smiling, nodding from time to time in acknowledgment towards some high-ranked nobles on each side until she finally reached the side of her future husband who waited faithfully at the altar.

He was dressed in the traditional human military uniform. Except it was a spotless white one with medals all over it. He also donned a sword, which looked tiny and plain in comparison to her father's ‘Nebul’. His blond hair which framed his face was cut short, not even reaching his shoulders. He did not have any beard or sign of it and his blue eyes pierced her as he looked her up and down in her white dress which she was told to have been his mother's wedding dress as well. After what felt like an eternity, he lightly smiled and turned his gaze towards the priestess who would conduct the wedding.

Her father let go of her arm and sat himself down in his place, waiting for the wedding to commence.

The priestess was an old and frail woman who was already way past her prime. Dressed in a plain beige dress and hood that hid her hair. She fumbled to open up a book on the altar. Um’ra knew that in there was the exact wording that she was allowed to speak. It had been a long and hard-fought battle of both churches and Kings and everyone present could see how nervous she was not to mess up. She knew that her words could, even if she did not want to, pave the way for how future generations would see this day. After taking a deep breath she began to speak with a voice so confident that it filled the whole temple, captivating each and every person present instantly.

“To everyone present, we devote believers have gathered here today, to witness the unbreakable vow of these two. Her Majesty, Princess Um’ra and his majesty Prince Swerhousen have invited each and every one of you to witness their unification. This holy union symbolizes not only their shared bond of destiny, but it will also be a reminder of what we all have sacrificed to be able to stand here today. Many of us have lost our loved ones. Many of us have taken the lives of others. However, this is supposed to be a thing of the past from today on,” her voice resonated grabbing everybody's hearts in a tight grip, “And so I plead humbly as their servant to the God of Humans as well as the Goddess of Demons to bare of this union and give their blessing in return through their presence.”

With her last word spoken, everything became quiet, waiting for a reaction. The space left and right of the priestess began to deform. On her left a white whirlwind formed and on her right, a black whirlwind formed.

A murmur went through the temple as the guest noticed the deformation of space, followed by the whole temple holding its breath. The whirlwinds formed two humanoid silhouettes, a black woman and a white man.

“In accordance with the ancient rituals I will be witness to the unification of the royals. May the happy pair love themselves for all of eternity, and be faithful and trusting. I bless this union,” both silhouettes spoke as if they were one.

It was indistinguishable where the voices originated as they were just silhouettes. There was no indication as to whether they watched or not. It was an eerie display that caused everybody to lose focus again. Even the priestess slightly opened her jaw as she watched what unfolded in the temple.

The priestess cleared her throat and tried to regain focus.