It was a dark and gloomy day for a wedding. His wedding, to be exact. The one currently on hold because the bride got cold feet.
More like hot feet considering how fast she booked it down the aisle.
Given he wasn't all that keen on getting married, he might have uttered a sigh of relief. Dear old Dad heard it.
"Don't just stand there, boy. Go after her." Lucifer's idea of a whisper boomed because of the acoustics in the church, the vaulted ceiling cradling sound and bouncing it.
To those who thought a church an odd place for the Devil to be, it should be noted that Lucifer was only prevented from entering holy sites. The bleary eyes of the priest presiding weren't the only sinful things happening in this once religious place.
"Go after her and do what?" Chris muttered as the crowd in the pews shifted restlessly. They also whispered. Mocked him. He noted their disrespect for later. One day, they'd rue their actions.