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“Thank you. Thank you for helping me face my fears, for being my strength.”

Azazel holds her tightly, his heart swelling with love and pride.

“You did this, Cherrie. You're the strongest woman I know. We'll keep fighting together, until we're free of his shadow.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Love in Black

The day has finally arrived. The sun casts a warm glow over the eerie gothic estate, setting the stage for a wedding unlike any other. Azazel and Cherrie, the deadly duo, are preparing to unite in a ceremony that reflects their unconventional and twisted love. The air is thick with anticipation, and a hint of morbid curiosity, as their closest friends and associates–a collection of hitmen and women with their own dark pasts–gather to bear witness to the unholy matrimony.

Azazel wears a bespoke black suit, tailored to showcase his muscular frame, and his short hair is slicked back. Today, his usually unhinged demeanor is tempered by a rare nervous energy—a testament to the significance of the occasion.

Meanwhile, in a room adjacent, Cherrie is a vision of unconventional beauty. Her voluptuous curves are accentuated by a custom, black latex gown that hugs her body, the material shining under the soft lighting. Her brown hair tumbles in waves around her delicate features, framing her vibrant blue eyes. A dark red rose, a symbol of their twisted romance, is intertwinedin her curls. She exudes an adventurous spirit, yet beneath the surface, her psycho nature simmers–a perfect match for her partner. As the clock strikes the ominous hour of thirteen, the ceremony commences. The estate's grand ballroom has been transformed into a gothic wonderland, with dark flowers and flickering candles, casting an ethereal glow. The atmosphere buzzes with otherworldly energy as the couple's friends, a motley crew of dangerous individuals, take their places.

The proceedings begin with an unusual procession. Azazel, flanked by his groomsmen—a group of tall, menacing figures dressed in sleek dark suits—makes his entrance. They stride down the aisle with purpose, their faces set in stoic expressions, each stepping in rhythm to a tune only they can hear. It’s a display of controlled power, an unspoken warning to any who might dare disrupt the ceremony. At the altar, Azazel's nerves finally catch up with him. His usually unflappable demeanor cracks, revealing a raw, vulnerable side that only Cherrie can evoke. As the groomsmen take their places, he stands alone, a formidable figure, yet in that moment, he’s just a man, desperately in love, and terrifyingly aware of the fragility of his newfound happiness.

Then, as if summoned by his unspoken thoughts, Cherrie appears. The room seems to hold its breath as she glides down the aisle, a striking figure surrounded by her bridesmaids—a cadre of curvaceous women who exuded a dangerous allure. They move in perfect unison, a chilling harmony that sends shivers down the spines of those in attendance. Cherrie's presence commands attention. Her unique beauty and fearless attitude shines through–a testament to her untamed spirit. When she draws closer to Azazel, he feels a possessiveness stir within him—a desire to protect this wild force of nature that has somehow chosen to be by his side. Their eyes meet, and for afleeting moment, the darkness and violence of their world fades away, leaving only two lovers standing.

The ceremony unfolds with all the traditional elements. Vows are exchanged, not of eternal love and devotion, but of shared psychosis, and a promise to protect and uphold their unconventional lifestyle. Rings are presented, forged from a rare black metal. A symbol of the bond forged in blood and lust.

"My Cherrie, my beautiful chaos, today I stand before you, ready to embark on this eternal journey by your side. You have brought color and madness to my world, and I am forever changed. In your arms, I have found a haven, a place where my demons find peace. You alone understand the darkness that resides within me and embrace it with open arms. Someone once asked me what my greatest fear was, my answer was living…” The crowd laughs. “If you asked me again, my biggest fear is dying. Dying and leaving you and our three boys in this sick world alone. Cherrie, I vow to take on your demons as my own, and defeat them before they even think about haunting you again.” His voice, deep and velvety, fills the chamber, his words laced with a promise. "I vow to protect you from the dangers that lurk in the shadows, for the world may not understand our love, but it is theirs to envy. My love for you is a force of nature, wild and untamed. It is a storm that rages within me, and you are the only calm in its eye."

Cherrie takes a step closer to Azazel.

"Azazel, my dark angel, my forever love. I stand before you today, ready to embrace the darkness and light that lies within us both. You have shown me that love knows no bounds, that it thrives in the shadows and dances wildly in the depths of our souls. I embrace your madness, for it mirrors my own. With you, I have found a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. A place where our shared psychosis becomes our strength." She pauses, her fingers gently tracing the lines of his palm, her voicesoftening. “I vow to continue to dance with your demons. You are the protector of my heart, the guardian of my soul. I pledge to love and cherish you, to embrace the adventure that lies ahead. I will stand by your side, through the twists and turns of our lives. Together, we shall paint the town red and leave a trail of chaos in our wake. My love for you is eternal, and it knows no limits."

Cherrie's voice resonates with a fierce passion, her words echoing off the chamber walls. As she finishes, a satisfied smirk plays upon her lips.

Cherrie steps forward once more, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Azazel, my love, I have a gift for you. Something to symbolize our eternal bond, and to remind you of my love when I am not by your side."

From her pocket, she produces a small, intricately carved wooden box. The box, a work of art in itself, depicts two intertwining snakes, their tails forming a heart. With a flourish, she opens the box to reveal a pair of matching daggers, their hilts adorned with black diamonds and ruby-encrusted skulls. "These daggers," she explains. "Represent the depth of my love. Should we ever be parted, they will remind you of the bond we share. The blades are sharp and deadly, just as the world may perceive us. But the skulls…" she continues, "adorned with rubies, symbolize the life and love that beat within our hearts. No matter the darkness we face, these daggers will be a reminder that our love always conquers."

Azazel's eyes widen with surprise and delight as he takes them in his hands, turning them over to admire the craftsmanship. "My love, these are breathtaking. I shall cherish them always and keep them close–as a reminder of you and the life we have chosen together."

With a swift movement, he produces a small, black velvet pouch from his pocket and hands it to Cherrie. "And I, too, havea gift for you, my eternal bride. Something to match your fierce and fearless spirit."

Cherrie's eyes light up as she opens the pouch to reveal a pair of diamond-encrusted bracelets. The intricate design features black roses and thorns–the diamonds a stark contrast to the gothic setting. "They are stunning," she whispers, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. "Azazel, you know me so well. These bracelets embody the darkness and beauty that I hold dear." She swiftly clasps the bracelets onto her wrists, their cool touch sending shivers up her arms. "With these, I shall face the world head-on, embracing the adventures that lie ahead. They remind me that no matter what challenges we face, our love remains unbreakable."

As the ceremony reaches its climax, Azazel takes Cherrie's hand in his, their fingers intertwining in a final act of unity. Their friends stand as guardians, forming a circle around them, a physical representation of the protection and support they offer. In this moment, as the couple seals their union with a kiss, the darkness within them seems to melt away, revealing two kindred spirits finally finding solace in each other's arms. The ballroom erupts in applause and cheers, a macabre celebration of the union between two souls who had found love in the most unlikely of places. The reception that follows is a decadent affair, a twisted fantasy brought to life. The estate echoes with laughter and the clinking of glasses as the hitmen and women indulge in the couple's unique brand of revelry.

Azazel and Cherrie, now husband and wife, move through the crowd, their presence electric. They exude a dangerous charm, drawing their guests into their twisted world. The evening is a blur of dark romance and unsettling beauty, a reflection of the couple's own nature. It’s a celebration like no other, a testament to the love that has blossomed between two individuals who dance on the edge of sanity.

As the night draws to a close, the newlyweds escape to a private chamber, away from the revelry. There, in the quiet intimacy of their sanctuary, they finally let down their guards, shedding their tough exteriors. Azazel holds Cherrie gently, his protective nature softening as he gazes into the eyes of the woman who has captured his heart. Cherrie, equally vulnerable, rests her head on his chest, their union providing a sense of solace in their chaotic world. In this moment, as the moonlight bathes them in a soft silvery glow, the darkness retreats, and all that remains is the love that has blossomed between a hitman and his dangerously adventurous bride. Their wedding, a spectacle of shadows and light, will forever be etched in the memories of those who bear witness, a reminder that even in the darkest of places, love can flourish–unhinged and unpredictable.

Chapter Twenty-Three

L'Amour ObsCure ‘Dark Love’

Azazel and Cherrie's honeymoon in Paris is everything they dreamed of and more. They had left the small town where they exchanged their vows and step into the bustling city of love, ready to explore every nook and cranny that screams romance and passion. Their first stop is the Eiffel Tower.

As they ride the elevator to the top, Azazel pulls Cherrie close, his hand firmly on her plump ass, giving it a squeeze that makes her gasp. The confined space turns them on, knowing that with each stop, another eager couple might step in and witness their heated embraces. At the top, the view takes their breath away.

Cherrie leans against the railing, her eyes scanning the city below, while Azazel stands behind her, his strong chest pressed against her back. He nuzzles her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I want you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Right here, with the whole city watching."

Cherrie giggles, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe later," she says. "For now, I want to enjoy the view… and tease you a little." She begins to walk away, enticing Azazel to follow. Sheknows exactly what she is doing to him, and the power it gives her makes her feel deliriously sexy.

They explore the tower, taking pictures and stealing kisses along the way. With each kiss, Azazel's desire grows, his need to possess and mark his bride becoming overwhelming. Cherrie continues to tease him until they make their descent. They find themselves in the historic Montmartre district. They stroll along the cobblestone paths, past artists capturing the fleeting beauty of the neighborhood on their canvases.

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