Vows & The Wedding Starts…

Abaddon couldn't say what was wrong with him.

He usually never lacked wonderful things to say about his wives.

From Lailah to Erica, he could write a full twenty page paper on what he loved about each of them.

But for some reason, he was continuously drawing blanks today!

"I'm so fucked..." 

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a familiar face poked his head inside without waiting for an answer. 

Wearing a lavish outfit comprised of black pants with a blue and gold wesekh and a long black robe, he was almost the spitting image of his father.

"Best man reporting for duty." 

Abaddon chuckled. "I'm not quite like your mothers, kid. You could have waited until later to get dressed for the ceremony." 

The best man snapped his fingers and his clothes became a thick black hoodie that he often wore around the house and a pair of basic basketball shorts.