Guaranteed chapter for the week, i have had a lot going on with exams so there will not be a second chapter this week. i want to thank mejinzs and rouge for their proofreading support. just to let y'all know the people who read my blog got this this morning. 

without further ado, Chapter 37

-----------------POV Fafnir--------------------------------

“Daddy, Get up!” I heard through the haze of sleep.

“Do I have to?” I mumbled almost falling asleep again.

“Yes, daddy you have to see my dress for the wedding.” I heard through the fog of sleep as Azazel shook me.

“I’ll get up,” I replied as I stood up on the bed, I heard several loud pops as I stretched.

“Look at my dress daddy,” Azazel excitedly said showing off her outfit, which consisted of a flowing white dress and a jerkin made of a deep blue leather.

“That looks beautiful dear.” I said while trying to determine what the jerkin was made from.

 I looked out the window and noticed the first rays of dawn streaking across the sky. It was then that I noticed Lilith passed out on the desk.

“Dang, I know she drank wine, but I am that hard to deal with?” I asked myself as I looked at the half empty bottle lying on the floor. I smiled as an evil thought came to my mind, I parched myself on the chair next to the desk, “They’re coming!” I shouted into the Nephilim’s ear.

A series of colorful profanities flooded from Lilith’s mouth as she jumped off the desk, while I fell off the chair laughing at the Nephilim’s reaction.

“Daddy, that was mean.” Azazel said with a frown.

“I’m sorry Lilith,” I said barely holding back my laughter.

She kept glaring at me as I started to get ready. I grabbed the blue strip of cloth from the chair and tried to tie it into a bowtie. After five attempts I gave up, sighing a bit.

“Having trouble there dragon?” Lilith asked having recovered from her hangover.

“I can’t tie this with these cursed claws.” I complained tossing the strip of cloth away.

“Do you want me to help?” She asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Sure you might have better luck then I will.” I replied. She picked up the strip of blue cloth and held it out.

I explained to her how to tie a bow tie and, after several attempts, it was acceptable. “Now all I need is a fez and the look would be complete.” I thought to myself.

“Daddy are you ready yet, I’m hungry” Azazel groaned

“Yes Azazel, daddy’s ready” I replied adjusting my bowtie.

Azazel and I headed down stairs while we waited for carriage to arrive and at 10ish a guard dressed in formal regalia entered the inn.

“Lord Fafnir, your carriage awaits.” The man said as he bowed. I could see the look of distain as he noticed Azazel.

Ignoring the rude glare, Azazel and I followed the guard to a  finely crafted carriage which, for some reason, I knew was worth almost a thousand gold. We entered the carriage with its leather interior and rested on the seats. It did not take long before we arrived in front of a black stone keep.

“Wow, so do all weddings happen in such a big house?”  Azazel asked.

“No, a wedding can happen anywhere” I chuckled.

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes” I replied as we passed through the inner gate.

The carriage slowed to a stop in front of an ornately carved door. I watched a servant standing outside the door quickly come over and open the door. I released my shrinking spell as I exited the carriage scarring not only the servant and driver, but the horse as well. SO much so that it actually reared in fright.

“Come on Azazel,” I said to the demoness.

She quickly jumped out of the carriage and placed her hand on my fore leg.

“This way, my lord” the servant spoke finally composing himself. We followed the servant through the spacious halls of the keep. I caught several servants frown when they noticed Azazel but paled as as they noticed me following a few steps behind.

“Right through here,” the man said as he opened another large door. I gazed over the small crowd of people dressed in ornate clothing.

“Look at all the fancy people.” I heard Azazel murmur.

As I looked over the crowd I could see members of other races grouped in the corner of the room “Come on Azazel.” I said as I started to move her over toward them.

The crowd parted as I walked towards the odd mix of non-humans

“Hello” I said to the group.

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“Ha, there really is a dragon attending this party.” A stout looking man said from behind a pair of elves.

“Yes I am the dragon, Fafnir, and this is my daughter Azazel.” I introduced us to the group.

“Nice to meet you” one of the elves said, “my name is Terra, and this is Umbra. We are ambassadors of the elven kingdom.”

“Antreal, consul of the nephilim legions.” The nephilim in shining armor said nodding his head,

 “Name’s Iron, ambassador of the dwarven kingdom.” The apparent dwarf said, “Thanks for livening up your party.”

“This is Shadowscale, and I am Blackfang,” one of the green scaled folk spoke, “we are representatives of chief Bloodscale, leader of the scaled tribes. All scaled folks are welcome in our nation, you and your daughter should come visit some time.”

“Nice to meet all of you” I replied as Azazel hugged my leg.

“When is the wedding starting?” I asked, “I have people I need to meet.”

“We are waiting for the king to arrive, he was overseeing and execution” one of the elves replied.

“Who is being executed?” I asked as my eyes narrowed.

“Some woman who killed a noble’s son, after the son had beaten the woman’s husband to death.” the elf replied.

“Oh, ok then.” I replied as I relaxed.

We passed the time chatting about inconsequential things while Azazel just hugged my leg. When a trumpet silenced us, I noticed king Vator entered through a side door dressed in purple robes.

“I want to thank you all for coming to this joyace occupation of my nephew’s wedding. Servants will guide you into the Chapel in a minute and we will begin promptly.”

Several well-dressed servants walked in from a side room and began to lead people into the rather large chapel. After a little bit a servant came to our group and lead us into the gothic style chapel. I was amazed at the large stained glass windows that depicted a beautiful woman with dark blue hair and golden eyes; I shivered as I recognized the portrait of the goddess. We were escorted to one of the last rows in the chapel and at the end of the pew there was a large cushion placed next to it. When I laid down on the large cushion, Azazel quickly sat next to my scaled chest.

“Sit on the pew,” I said to the demoness as she frowned but sat at the edge right next to me. The king was standing on the raised altar with a man who had the same blood red hair as the king.

The ceremony started with an opening speech about the goddess and her two daughters the moons. The speech continued in a strange mythos that made little sense having met the goddess. Eventually the king took a chalice from the table behind him that was covered in glowing symbols. “Much as the moons are eternally joined, you shall be joined by the power of the goddess. Drink and be one?” the king declared.

“I see what she meant when she said they were hypocritical” I murmured, getting bored with the entire wedding. The king took the cup and handed it to both of them, and they drank from it. The room suddenly flooded with mana, but instead of its normally sweet aroma, it smelled like vinegar. The smell quickly dissipated as I noticed dark bands appear around their ring finger.

“Well, that will remind them that they are married.” I quietly chuckled as I watched the spectacle; I noticed several people glare at my outburst, but a quick toothy grin made them quickly turn around.  

After a speech from the king about the joys and hardships of marriage, the wedding quickly conclude with both the bride and groom jumping out a side window.

I turned to the elf dumbfounded, “Why did they leave through the window?”

“It is an old tradition started by one of the past heroes, who performed this very act many centuries ago. He claimed it brought about good luck, though I am certain there are other reasons.”

I chuckled at the reply as people started to exit filing out of the chapel but I had Azazel wait as I hoped to confront the king who still stood on the altar, kneeling as in prayer.

A servant walked towards me and gave a slight bow. “Lord Fafnir, the king wishes to have you and your… daughter, sit with him during the reception this evening.”  

 “I will see the king this evening then,” I sighed.

“I will too” Azazel stated.

“Then let’s go to the party.” I said with a nefarious grin.

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