Hades's word of honour made Eliana's half-clear mind lapse into a kind of daze; they stirred awake some nostalgia that centered around the bloody conspirator who hammered numerous venomous nails onto her heart.
His sweet-coated words were like that sheet of saliva forming between lips, and he very meticulously, with calculated slowness, blew on it in order to make a huge bubble, the one had her enclosed inside.
Bubbles just as the name suggested meant to be brust out and she had to land hard—so much it broke her totally. Eliana sealed her eyes briefly, shoving the dark memories in the dark hole.
Then, the massive bejeweled ring, twinkling on her finger, grabbed her attention. The scintillating ornament was enhanced with a heart-infinity symbol ornamentation, a felicitous tribute to mark the commencement of an eternal bond. Suddenly, something—a pin like needle—descended and sunk into her skin. Acute pain caused her eyes to instantly snap upward at Hades, and her hand to wriggle within his grasp.
Hades saw yet unsaw that, reacting akin to an unintelligent hulk. A weird disturbance clenched his lips, retracting the subtle hints of warmth from the eyes.
"It hurts!" Eliana forced out the whisper of pain through her gritted teeth. "Tolerate." All he said. The voracious ring, having a prodigious hunger, feasted on her blood. Perhaps, seconds hadn't even matured to a full minute, but she sensed it no evanescent.
After it seemed like forever, a faint bluish light appeared and it wrapped around her finger, before shooting right onto her soul.
'A ninth-grade interspatial ring?' Eliana let her spiritual form encroach in the property line of the ring, inside the vast space, akin to the area of a super-mega-province! She left no stone unturned in straining her eyes, yet couldn't see the other end. It was so large, it made more sense to think of it as a country! In the time of danger, if worse came to worse, she could pack her whole nation inside!
"Put this ring on him as a token of your acceptance, love and fidelity." The words from the saint pulled Eliana out of her thoughts. The repetition of the saint's wording flowed out of her lips while she slipped the baguettes ring on Hades's empty finger, which denoted he had never been married before. In accordance with Firebreath's custom, the exact number of bands a beastman donned on his ring finger would be commensurate with the number of females he had married.
Eliana's eyes navigated their ways to the dark chasm of eyes, an oasis of serenity. She never saw this equanimity deserting him even under trying circumstances. She desperately roved her eyes on him, searching for some answers to feed her immense curiosity. Why did he give her a priceless interspatial ring? Albeit, Hades was a God, ninth-grade interspatial ring was as rare as hen's teeth, extremely hard to come by!
Among the magic practitioners, only the possessor of the magic power equivalent to that of the Great Grand Wizard could design one, sacrificing a great feat. The procedure was so fraught with danger that it detonated many immortals in history. Although it barely failed to extirpate their life force, due to the halo of immortality rotating over their heads, their mana cores had been brought to naught. Some had to start all over again and others had been still undergoing severe depressions.
Why would Hades give away such a priceless item? Earlier the tumeric, milk and flowers-- she didn't ruminate on it for they didn't mean much to someone of Hades calibre. But, this ring...
The saint loosely tied a yellow strip of cloth on their joined hands, announcing, "In the presence of the supreme beings and before their congregation, Hades and Eliana have given their consent to lawfully join together in holy matrimony and made their marriage vows to each other. They have declared their marriage by their joining of hands and by the giving and receiving the rings. I, therefore, proclaim them as husband and wife."
Vigorous clapping rose from the standing congregation. Hades and Eliana placed their palms on a milk-white blank page of the marriage registration book. Immediately, bluish transparent letters, forming their names flared up on it, tying them legally on papers. They bent their upper body slightly, and the saint, together with all the heavenly bodies who attended the wedding, blessed them as symbols of eternal love and fidelity.
"The groom now may kiss the bride." Came a voice, full of husks. The suddenness of the words made everyone rubberneck at the sound source. This included Eliana as well. She swiveled her neck, and caught the sight of a six footer male rising to his feet from the crowd of guests, and advancing towards them.
His dark brown face having a very strong, clear bone structure, bore a faint resemblance to Hades, and the royal brooch which had been worn at the base of his neckline to secure a fancy shawl, draping around his muscly broad shoulders, screamed his identity. He was Julian August Alarie, Hades's younger brother and the Grand Duke of Firebreath.
The infamous playboy of the Heaven Realm! Pressing every scrap of will power into service, Eliana resisted the urge to conjure up a handful of dirt-mixed sand and shove it in the philanderer's dirty mouth. And, she had the compulsion without feeling even a minuscule twinge of conscience!
Julian employed a mischievous smirk on his lips, a touch of devilment coming into his eyes. "How can we seal a marriage without a proper kiss? I am in the know that royals here don't flaunt such an activity, however, it's not just the wedding of a dragon, but the Emperor of dragons. Therefore, we must play by our rules. Your Majesty, may I know what's your take on it?"
"Your request contains logic." Hades's voice had a ring of pleasantness, and it brewed a good round of whispers among the audience.
A tiny zero bloomed on Eliana's mouth, before she snapped it shut. But, her dilated eyes refused to go back to their normal shape. The words instilled an erratic beating within her chest, like a war stallion galloping hard on it. Her pulse went totally amok just as Hades began closing in on her. The hair breadth distance didn't help the hot exhales that fanned her face. His dark gaze lethally focusing on her lips bound them under a hot spell.
Anxiety caused her throat muscles to constrict, exciting an urge within her to deeply swallow the non-existent lump blocking the throat. Her quivering eyes kept pacing back and forth from Hades's eyes to his lips, unwittingly, acquiring an irresistible allure.
Hades snaked his arms around her slim waist, perishing the next to nothing left distance between them. He angled his face to get the best position! Apparently, he totally bought his brother's advice!
Eliana's hands—instinctively—went to put a kibosh on his advance by resting on his chest and pushing him backward. However, she was no match! She failed to put a cloak on the fear and nervousness floating all over her face, yet Hades had let it ride. He seemed to be brought under a ghostly desire!
He clashed his lips on her plump ones, sucking them slowly yet forcefully. He slided his lips on the lower one only to capture the upper one, alternately sucking both pink flesh.