Astaroth and Madison walked arm-in-arm through the "Passage of the Damned" where the most luxurious and darkest boutiques of Hell were located.
Madison clung to Astaroth's massive, commanding arm with such flair that anyone watching would think she wasn't just a bride, but a conqueror seizing ownership of Hell itself.
"Asti, darling," Madison said, adjusting her silk cape. "I don't want ordinary lace. My gown must be so magnificent that it doesn't just dazzle the eyes—it must blind the soul. You know that famous 'Veil of Agony' woven from the hair of a hundred witches? That is the veil I want!"
Astaroth adored Madison's endless, visionary demands.
"Whatever you desire, my labyrinthine-souled woman." he said, his voice never losing its authoritative edge.
Just then, in the darkest corner of the passage, a witch spinning thread caught their attention. Her skin was as parched as ancient parchment. Madison stopped, narrowed her eyes, and activated her legendary "stalker memory."
