Wow...

I looked around the chapel. It had been beautifully decorated. White roses were intertwined with vines, and they had been strung carefully around the ceiling. Techno murmured something about Phil and Tubbo setting those up.

There were rows of seats, and almost all of them were filled. George, Sapnap, Callahan, Alyssa, Tubbo, Fundy, Purpled, Niki, Quackity, Karl, HBomb, Connor, Puffy, Vikkstar, LazarBeam, Ranboo, and Charlie.

Sam, Jack, and Punz were acting as security.

There were all there.

At least... most of them.

Bad, Ponk, Ant, and Hannah were missing.

That made me uneasy.

A nervous-looking Ghostbur stood at the front, wearing a white suit, and a smiling Phil was stood to his right. Eret stood in the center, a book stands in front of her. Fundy caught my eye and nodded, placing a music disc into a jukebox. A soft melody kicked in, catching the attendees' attention.

Tommy passed me, Michael trailing after him. In his left hand, Tommy held a pillow with two rings on it, one silver, the other gold. In his right hand, he grasped Michael's hand, or hoof, depending on how you looked at it.

Michael held a small basket filled with sunflower petals, which he scattered routinely as he walked. The petals floated to the floor, resting on the ground.

They both wore suits, Tommy's being dark blue, and Michaels being dark green. Tommy positioned himself next to Eret, and Michael stood to the left of Phil.

Techno, clad in a blood-red suit, grasped my arm. I nodded at him, and we started to walk. My breathing stuttered as I walked, my feet stepping on the fallen sunflower petals. I got closer and closer.

Then, I was there. Next to Ghostbur and in front of Eret.

Ghostbur gently took my hand, and we both faced Eret. They faced the audience, "Today, we are here to unite these two in holy matrimony," Eret said, gesturing at us with his eyes. My breathing caught in my throat and my hearing phased out.

This was really happening.

Zoning back in, I picked up the last part of what Eret had been saying. "Now, present each other with the rings." They said, turning to Tommy. He walked up, raising our rings up. I took the golden ring off of the pillow, turning to Ghostbur.

Raising his left hand up, he let me take hold of it. Finding the right one, I slid the ring onto his left ring finger.

Taking his hand back, Ghostbur turned to Tommy, taking the silver ring. Giving him my hand, he slid my ring on. I looked at it, the shiny silver contrasting with the black darkness of my skin. "It's beautiful," I whispered, and Ghostbur looked at me. "It is," he murmured.

"Ghostbur," Eret said, catching our attention, "Do you take U/n to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Ghostbur stared at me for a second before he cleared his throat.

"I do."

Eret then turned their attention to me. "And U/n," they said, "Do you take Ghostbur to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I opened my mouth to respond, but my words became caught in my throat. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I nodded.

"I do."

Eret then smiled, closing their book. "Then I pronounce you husband and husband. You may now show affection."

Ghostbur pulled me into the hug, and at the moment, he was surprisingly warm, contrasted to his usual icy coldness. It was comfortable...

I hissed in pain, my ears drowning out the surprised yells from the crowd. Looking down at my arm, my eyes narrowed when I saw an arrow lodged in it. It seemed to be enchanted, but with what, I wasn't sure.

I could already smell the coppery scent of blood, and I pressed my hand around the arrow shaft, applying pressure. Pulling my hand away, I growled at the slippery, wet, silver blood that covered my hand.

Snorting in dark amusement, I noticed it was the same color as my wedding ring.

My eyes darted to the door and were met with the smiling visage of Bad. While everyone had been distracted by the wedding, the members of the Eggpire had managed to tie up Sam, Jack, and Punz.

"Oh," Bad purred, "It looks like we've interrupted something." He said walking down the aisle. Quackity, Niki, Techno, Eret, Fundy, Puffy, George, Purpled, and HBomb all went to stand up, reaching for their weapons.

Even Ranboo twitched slightly, but I don't think even he noticed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Ponk said, holding up a remote. His finger floated over the activator, and he looked over his shoulder. "Think of this as revenge for trying to blow up the egg, Sam." He said, and I could hear distant cursing from said hostage.

"Language," Bad threw over his shoulder, and he received a final curse from Sam before he went silent.

"As you could maybe guess," Bad said, "We've rigged this place to blow. And seeing as many of you don't have armor on," he said glancing around the room, "Most of you would lose a canon life."

Phil, Tommy, Connor, and Tubbo all froze in their places. Unfortunately, the only attendees with armor were people with two or more lives. Michael was also definitely in danger. I felt myself freeze as well, but I had to speak up.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice as strong as I could make it. Bad looked me up and down, they glanced at Hanna, who nodded.

"The Egg has requested a duel. His champion vs. one of you in a deathmatch. And I don't think any of you are in the position to deny this request." Bad teased, gesturing towards Ponk, whose finger was still hovering over the button.

I bit the inside of my cheek, "I assume the Egg's champion would be you?" I inquired, gesturing at him, and Bad bowed playfully. "In the flesh."

Looking around the room, I saw many emotions.

Sadness.

Distress.

Fear.

Anger.

"So..." Bad crooned, walking around the room, "Who's willing to fight me?"

Phil, Tommy, Conner, and Tubbo were definitely out of the question. They only had one life left. Ghostbur definitely couldn't do it, he was already dead, so his 'life' held no leverage.

I couldn't ask George, Sapnap, Callahan, or Alyssa to do it. They had known Bad since the beginning, and who knows how they might allow their emotions to control them.

Purpled, Quackity, and Techno were excellent fighters, but this fight was going to be held in the Egg's domain, and I didn't know how much it would manipulate their minds while they were there. Puffy had told me about them rescuing her and the others. They had already spent so much time in the Egg's infection area.

Fundy, Niki, Vikkstar, LazarBeam, HBomb, and Charlie... I wasn't sure if they had the strategic skills. And I didn't particularly know any of them that well. I couldn't ask that of them.

Puffy... she was a good fighter, but she had just lost Foolish. Her emotions would probably control her in her pursuit of revenge, and that could end badly. Same with Eret.

Ranboo. I love the kid. But he's just straight-up mentally unstable.

.

.

But, I do know one person... They had two lives, they hadn't known Bad at all, they had never been in the Egg's domain, they were fairly strategic, and they were somewhat mentally stable.

"I'll do it," I said.

Bad's head snapped towards me, and he smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." He said. Ghostbur grasped my hand, "You can't!" He protested. I looked at him and pulled my hand away gently, smiling sadly.

I pressed my hand around the stem of the arrow that was still in my arm, hoping to feel some type of warmth.

"I have to."

With that, I followed Bad out of the church. Hannah, Ponk, and Ant followed close behind, leaving the others. Ponk no longer held the activation remote, so I prayed that he had left it at the chappel.

Or at least, everyone had already evacuated.

A while after we had started walking, I spoke. "What exactly are the conditions of the fight?" I asked. Bad barely turned to look at me, "Hand to hand combat. The first one to stop moving loses. And by stop moving, I mean to die. Any type of fighting is allowed."

That one piqued my interest. Any type of fighting?

After that, no one said anything.

I sat in a cell underneath the arena. My only entertainment was kicking a rock around the room or watching the lava bubble outside a small window. That was until I heard soft tapping at the glass of the said window.

Looking through the glass, I stared in shock as Tommy's face popped into view. "What are you doing here?" I hissed, looking around. "I came to say hello before we have to watch you fight," Tommy said grumpily.

"Hold on," I said, pausing, "What do you mean? You'll be watching me fight Bad?" I asked, and Tommy nodded, his blonde hair bouncing. "Yeah, those sick bastards are having an open fight. They sent us invitations. Fucking invitations!" He screeched, pulling one out of his pocket, then stuffing it back in.

I bit my lip, damn it. I was hoping they wouldn't be there to see me fight. This was going to be another side of me I didn't exactly want them to find out about. Tommy seemed to notice my nerves but came to the wrong conclusion.

"Don't worry mate," he said, "You'll be fine."

I almost responded, but the words died on my tongue. Sighing, I looked back up at him. "Thanks, kid." I said, "But you should probably go back before you get caught." Tommy nodded and disappeared from view.

Sitting down on my bed, I buried my head into my hands. The stupid arrow was still in my arm.

This wasn't going to go well.

I was jolted awake by harsh knocking on the door. Throwing off my suit top, I turned towards the noise. Ant stood at the doorway, waiting for me to exit. I did so without protest, and he lead me to the surface

To the arena.

Looking around, I smiled as I saw my friends in the stand. Hopefully... hopefully, they wouldn't see me any different after this. Looking around more, I saw the source of all this trouble.

The Egg. It was impressive, I would admit that. Large and imposing, it gave off an aura of danger, even without speaking or moving.

I jolted in surprise, what?

the voice crooned.

A bitter taste entered my mouth, and my eyes focused on Bad, who was entering the stadium. Would I be correct to assume that I'm talking to the Egg? I inquired and received a surprisingly throaty chuckle from an object that didn't even have a throat.

What exactly do you want?

I have no regrets, I thought, watching as Bad got into position, But you will.

The Egg said, sounding intrigued,

Bad charged at me, and I had one more thought. For bringing my loved ones into this.

Almost instantly, both Bad and I landed hits on each other. I backed up quickly, circling around him. He did the same to me. When it came to hand-to-hand for me, I usually kept on the defensive.

"You know," I said, dodging another one of Bad's swings, "I'm not a fool." Bad raised an eyebrow, flinching as I landed a hit to his side. "I never implied that you were one," he responded. I raised my eyebrow as I dodged again, his hand-to-hand skills weren't up to par with what I had expected.

"You are a demon, correct?" I asked, and without an answer, I kept speaking, "I'm not stupid. I know that a demon's lives depend on who they're bound to. So even if this was a deathmatch, you would lose no lives. I would."

Bad looked surprised for a second, then he smiled. "Then, I suppose we should fight like our kind were intended to?" He asked, and I raised an eyebrow, "Our kind?" I inquired.

"Monsters."

I twitched slightly, but chuckled quietly, running a hand through my hair. "I suppose so," I said, and we both backed away from each other.

Slowly but surely, we both changed.

Bad's horns grew, and his height increased slightly. His eyes seemed to glow an even brighter white than before. Overall, he just seemed more menacing.

But my change was more drastic.

I grew as Bad did. My teeth stretched, my fangs becoming razor sharp. Nails stretched into claws, sharp enough to cut through the skin. My skin started to let off black steam, it smelled like burning wood. Feeling my back, I felt my now grown-out tail twitch.

"Not going to lie," I said, rolling my shoulders, "It feels nice to be free after so long." Bad let out a sigh of relief, "I know what you mean," he hummed.

.

.

Without warning, we both launched at each other. Claws and teeth flew, it was vicious. Both of us drew blood, varying in damage dealt. Bad gashed my arm, and I recoiled. I managed to get behind him and land a solid slash.

He hissed in pain, turning towards me. I managed to slam into him, knocking him to the ground. We rolled around before I managed to stay on the top. Bad was still clawing at me. I have to kill him, but he trapped my hands.

Oh God, I really didn't want to resort to this one...

While he was struggling, I leaned down...

And bit into his throat, ripping it out.

Bad let out loud gasping noises, choking for air. I turned my head to the side and spit out the neck flesh. Slowly the choking noises faded away, and Bad went limp. I slowly released him, standing up. My hands were covered in blood.

I gave one last look at Bad's body before going back under the stadium. I didn't want to look at anyone. I didn't want to see them looking at me, seeing a monster.

, the Egg taunted.

I've always been a killer.