Nico di Angelo

In my opinion, weddings are like funerals, except uglier. While everybody held a face, nobody looked truly happy. One of the lovers was always sweating and clenching their sides nervously, while the other was smiling far too brightly for someone to be happy. And maybe I wasn't too familiar with happiness – but I wasn't afraid to take notice of the glazed look in the audiences' eyes. Envy that they weren't getting married, guilt that they agreed to support this awful decision, greed because in some way this promise of forever benefited them. People always said that weddings was a ceremony for love, but in my opinion it was just a ceremony of selfishness. You wanna know a secret? Nobody cares if you were married when you come to the Underworld. It means absolutely nothing. My father would be glad to destroy your marriage.

"There is no such thing as eternal," I growled. My partner, Penelope, ignored me as she eyed the wedding ceremony suspiciously. I, on the other, was leaking into the shadows while restraining her so that she could be invisible as well. Despite the fact that manipulating shadows was my biggest weakness for years, I finally managed a way to become fully invisible wherever I went without draining energy. The only issue was Penelope – she wasn't very good at standing still.

We hovered silently away from the crowd, staring at them from the far ails as we peaked our heads around the pillars. The outside of the arrangement of seats was filled with decorations reflecting every color except yellow and I hadn't found him yet, but my eyes hawked each person individually, just in case I overlooked.

"It looks like someone puked pastel colors in here!" I shushed her harshly as we tossed around the next large pillar that probably stretched thirty feet high but closer to the altar. It was layers with hundreds of Christian crosses. What the gods was he thinking? I thought. When the hell did he get into Christianity? Of course, being me and wasting my time being flabbergasted about the fact that he was getting married under silly crosses, I hadn't thought about tearing my eyes away to look at the altar.

"She's coming," Penelope whispers.

"She?" I turn my head towards the altar, and I exhale. It was a woman. Will Joseph Solace was getting married to a woman. A woman.

"But-but he's gay!" I say, a bit too loud, causing Penelope to elbow me in the ribs. I grunted. A few people, confused and dazed, glanced behind them, but as I melted into the shadows with Penelope, they shook away the feeling and turned back towards the bride.

"He looks sick," Penelope adds, and while I make sure I role my eyes I'm secretly praying to Apollo that she is right. I turned my head carefully, taking a peek through the crowd of heads. Both of them were there – a skinny, overly pale woman with a dress that probably weighed heavier than she did, and Will.

His fiancé (cause I would rather go through Tartarus again before I called her "his wife") eyed the preacher appreciatively, double checked that Will's eyes were lingering on her dress, and then adverted most of her attention on the giggling bridesmaids that lined up beside her. But me? I noticed how one of his golden blonde hairs wasn't tucked back, I took notice that he was tugging at his left sleeve so that the crowd didn't notice the scars on his wrist, I noticed how he didn't look terrified – he looked lost. I couldn't fathom why her eyes weren't on him. I don't understand why anybody would be looking at anyone but him. He was the most beautiful person in the room.

"Stop drooling," my partner sneered. "I'm way too close to you for you to start getting excited." I glared at her coolly, but she was used to my deadly looks.

"I haven't seen him in so long," I heard myself say pathetically, aching with misery. "Four years. Four godforsaken years." She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"It's not like he'd remember you anyways," she pointed out. "He's been under a curse since he was fifteen." But I still felt my stomach churn when I looked at him. I was pretty sure Penelope expected me to be surprised when I first eyed him, but I've ran into him multiple times. Only a few months after his curse began, I saw him from a bus stop in California, where he was riding one of those ridiculous tour buses. About two years after that, I saw him on TV because he was one of the oh-so-lucky people to be filmed at the New York City ball drop. And the last time I saw him, I was at his doorstep. I didn't tell him who he was, just simply asked if he was interested in buying some fake product, but I had to see him. I had to hear his voice.

"But he will," I said, my nails digging into the pillar harshly. "I will have him back." I breathed deeply, watching as the ceremony continued with the little patience that I had left. Penelope kept fidgeting next to me, incapable of standing still as the ceremony drawled on.

"My ADHD is way too high-maintenance to go through this entire ceremony," she said to me. I swallowed.

"You just have to stay still for another few minutes, okay?" I said, my voice small. She inhaled and exhaled, trying to ground herself, but even I couldn't ground myself. I kept peaking over the pillar nervously, praying that Will would just walk away from this hideous nightmare.

"I've been doing that for atleast two hours," she reminded me.

"I told you this wasn't going to be easy for you," I growled at her.

"I can't do it," she said, her eyes dazed. "Nico, I have to leave. I can't sit still any longer." I bit my lip.

"Penelope, it's just ADHD, you can sit still-"

"It's just ADHD?" She bursted. The preacher ceased for a moment, blinking as about a hundred heads turned around towards us. I hit my head with my palm. Penelope's face flushed and she shrunk deeper against me, hiding deeper in the shadows.

"Keep going," I heard an unfamiliar, female voice snap. I could feel my heart beating in my ears as I closed my eyes, waiting for them to continue. Hesitantly, the preacher began again.

"You almost blew our cover," I hissed at Penelope. While I saw the guilt in her eyes, she was furious.

"Does it matter? We're kidnapping him. We might as well burst out now because doing it later isn't going to accomplish anything," she shot back.

"Despite your so-called 'brilliance', you really are the worst planned," I told her. She huffed.

"Well, unlike you-" But then she stopped suddenly, staring past me and back at the altar. Horror washed over her face. Slowly, I turned my head around, somehow knowing that I should brace myself. And I should have tried harder, because they were at the end of the ceremony and for some reason, in my mind, I always imagined that he wouldn't get this far. That he would run out, realize that marrying this person was a mistake, wake up from the curse, and find me.

"Do you, Will Joseph Solace, take Alyssa Peters to be your wedded wife -" I had to nearly bite my hand to keep myself from screaming and breaking every holy window in this stupid place.

"I do -" I can do this. I will do this. I have to do this.

"You just have to wait till after the ceremony," Penelope reminded me, but her voice seemed miles away from me. "Don't act out." I closed my eyes, feeling myself quite literally fading into the shadows. I could do this. I was strong.

"And do you, Alyssa Peters, take Will Joseph Solace as your wedded husband?" I purse my lips tightly.

"I do," said the overly-giggly voice.

"I present to you, Will and Alyssa Solace." There was a round of an applause. "You may kiss the-" And being me, the selfish, greedy, irrational, thoughtless, inconsiderate, and most of all absolutely territorial, I jump out of the aisles with a full-fledged three foot black obsidian sword in my hand.

"I swear to Lord Hades," I said, my voice colder than anything I had ever mustered, "If you kiss him, it will be your last day."

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Will Solace

Before my wedding was ruined, I was having a pretty crappy day. First, I couldn't find my suit and I ended up horribly yelled at by my fiancé. And then, when I tried to get her away before the ceremony started to tell her I loved her, I found her in the backroom making out with my so-called best friend. After that, I spent the next hour contemplating if whether marrying her or suicide was the better option.

In the end, I found myself at the altar, since we all have to die anyways.

"Please, Lord, heavenly Father," I prayed in my head, right before the vows came into play. "Get me out of this. I don't want to get married today."

"What was that?" The preacher asked. I looked at him jerkily, blinking as I met his confused eyes. Oops, I thought. Didn't mean to say that. I guess Alyssa noticed my prayer because she glared at me cruelly, her lips pressed tight and her body as tense as stone.

"Shut up," she hissed at me. But why should I? She was just going to bang Brad tonight, wasn't she? I can't say I was surprised – I had caught them multiple times. But I was an optimist, and she was a liar.

Of course, a random guy jumping out of the aisles, swinging a pretty damn good sword in my now-wife's face wasn't exactly the best way to escape my own wedding, but beggars can't be choosers.

Immediately, people jumped from their chairs, backing towards the opposite ends of the rows and shrieking. The guy didn't stop strutting until he was about six feet away from the altar, staring straight in Alyssa's eyes.

"Will, tell him to leave me alone!" Alyssa shouted as many people gasped and yelped. My eyebrows went up calmly, in knowledge that I should probably be a bit frightened at this point, because what maniac has the audacity to bring a sword into a church? But the sight of Alyssa being attacked with a sword was laughable.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said sarcastically, at regular volume. "I don't think I can satisfy those needs. How about you get Brad to help you?" Her mouth parted in horror and the maniac – a guy probably the same age as me – laughed. Hey, I thought victoriously, at least he thinks I'm funny.

"Will," the guy said, addressing me. "Will Joseph Solace." Suddenly, fear spread through me. I looked at him up and down – probably around six foot, black hair that curved around his ears, skinny but also with a fair amount of muscle. His eyes were as dark as Alyssa's soul and he looked at me like I was the sun. But I didn't know him at all.

"And, er, how do I know you?" I asked carefully, my eyes glued to the sword. He walked close to me stealthily, as I proceeded to inch backwards.

"You've known me for a very long time," he said to me. My face twisted and I shook my head fast.

"Sorry, man, but I think you have the wrong Will Joseph Solace," I said with a nervous laugh. "I've never seen you in my life." And then, the weirdest thing happened. This guy started crying. Crying. I could see the tears well up in his eyes, practically making me feel guilty now.

"No, no, no!" I said quickly, waving my hands. "Hey, man, there's no reason to cry! I'm sure-I'm sure there's another Will Joseph Solace around here somewhere. Uh, I googled it once and I found that there was a guy in Minnesota with the same exact name? Does that sound familiar?" But it was like the words didn't even meet the guy's ears. He shook his head at me, looking at me up and down.

"About four years ago, a curse was set on you. Will, it's me. Nico di Angelo. I was your first love, your first kiss. You were made to forget me, but Will – I'm your soulmate." My eyes bulged in surprise, but I couldn't help but feel a bit humored by the look of disgust on Alyssa's face.

"You know, I think everyone here knows that I hate her," I said, pointing to Alyssa distinctively. "But I'm not gay. Just because I hate my wife, does not mean I'm guy." But he wouldn't have it. He dropped his sword forcefully, making Alyssa shriek.

"Your birthday is June 7th, 1996. You hate the color purple and when you were nine you found out that your dad was actually just your stepdad. Your mom died a year later from drug overdose, but you proceeded to burn down your house so that nobody would know the true cause of her death. You like to sleep with the windows open and the first friend you ever had was your imaginary friend Blobbity Blob Blob."

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