Chris Motionless as a demon fic.
"Promise me this is forever."
"I promise, Amaris. I am eternally yours."
Demons aren't quite what you'd expect them to be. While they can certainly be mischievous, they're not inherently evil. They can assist humans...
"Any excuse indeed, dear," Azazel says, smoothing out Amaris's dress, "Not to mention that you're the first human in history to undergo the demonification process by someone with such high stature as Christopher. You're the first human-turned-demon in all of the realm to be considered royalty."
"What about Lilith?"
"Her demonification process was not the same as yours, remember?"
"I guess it's just a strange adjustment," Amaris says, looking herself in the mirror, "To spend my life locked up for my safety, only a few demons knowing of my existence; now legions upon legions of demons are flocking here for what most humans would call a wedding."
"It's all symbolic, dear."
"I know. Chris explained it all to me right before Namaah bit me."
"She just might be the only demon not in attendance."
"I'm thankful for the celebration, don't get me wrong," Amaris says, "But wasn't Chris promised high eldership once his little 'experiment' with me was over? Why aren't we celebrating that?"
"Who says the experiment is over?"
"Well, he turned me into a demon. I'm making my first public appearance in front of all of the demons in the realm today, and after today I'll technically be considered his wife. What else is there? Chris has worked so hard, he deserves that title."
"I'm not much for politics, I'm afraid." Azazel attaches Amaris's black veil to the back of her crown, "All will come together as it is supposed to, just try to trust in that."
Azazel steps back, observing his work, then he grins, "I remember making dresses for you when you were so small. A part of me feared that I wouldn't get to make you a wedding dress."
"What, you all thought I'd marry some mortal?"
"There were many possibilities for your future, and that was one of them. There was another where you grew old as a human, and I eventually made the dress for your funeral. I'd say out of all of the possibilities, this one is by far my favorite."
Amaris smiles, then looks herself in the mirror again, fully observing herself.
She wore a black, floor-length gown with long, lacy sleeves. She wore her hair up with a crown on her head, a black veil with a ridiculously long train trailing behind her.
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"I certainly look like royalty," She says.
"But do you feel like it?"
"I'm getting there."
Azazel smiles, "Well, you best be getting to your destination. I'll see you out there, darling."
Amaris nods, then apparates to where she needs to be.
