Promises (Angelhusk story)

Chapter 8

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The next morning, Angel woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, feeling more rested than he had in ages. He glanced over at Husk, who was still sound asleep, a contented expression on his face. Gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Husk's face, Angel couldn't help but smile at the sight of his fiancé.

As he got out of bed and stretched, Angel felt a surge of excitement at the thought of planning their wedding. They hadn't had much time to discuss it yet, but he knew they wanted something special, something that would reflect their love for each other.

After getting ready for the day, Angel headed downstairs to the hotel's common area, where he found their friends already gathered for breakfast. Cherri Bomb waved him over, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Morning, Angel! Sleep well?" she asked, pouring him a cup of coffee.

"Like a baby," Angel replied with a grin, taking a seat at the table. "Any plans for today?"

Cherri shrugged, taking a sip of her own coffee. "Not really. Just going with the flow, you know?"

Angel nodded, his mind already buzzing with ideas for their wedding. "I was thinking we should start planning the wedding," he said, unable to contain his excitement.

His friends' eyes lit up with interest, and soon they were all gathered around, brainstorming ideas and sharing suggestions. Alastor suggested a grand ceremony in the heart of Hell's bustling city center, complete with fireworks and live music. Niffty, ever the creative one, proposed a themed wedding with a vintage aesthetic, reminiscent of the Roaring Twenties.

As they discussed venue options and guest lists, Angel couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from his friends. Despite the chaos and unpredictability of their lives in Hell, they had formed a tight-knit family, bound together by their shared experiences and unwavering loyalty to each other.

Eventually, they settled on a plan: a small, intimate ceremony at the hotel, followed by a lively reception with all their friends and acquaintances from Hell. It wasn't the grand affair Angel had initially imagined, but it felt right, like it was meant to be.

With the wedding planning underway, Angel couldn't wait to embark on this new chapter of his life with Husk by his side. As he glanced around at his friends, laughing and joking together, he felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love and support that surrounded him, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a family.

As the conversation about wedding planning continued, Angel couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation building within him. He stole glances at Husk, who had joined them at the table, his eyes sparkling with excitement. The prospect of their special day was starting to feel more real with each passing moment.

"I think we should have a signature cocktail for the reception," Husk suggested, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Something devilishly delicious."

Angel grinned at the idea. "That sounds perfect! We'll have to come up with something that screams 'Angel and Husk'."

Cherri Bomb chimed in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "And what about the entertainment? We need something to really wow the crowd."

Angel's mind raced with possibilities. "What if we hired a live band? Or maybe even a cabaret act?"

The group erupted into excited chatter, tossing around ideas and suggestions until they had a vision for the perfect wedding celebration.

With the details starting to fall into place, Angel felt a surge of excitement coursing through him. He couldn't wait to marry the love of his life, surrounded by their closest friends and loved ones. As they continued to plan and prepare, Angel knew that their wedding would be a day to remember, a celebration of their love that would shine brighter than any star in Hell.

As the wedding planning discussions wound down, Angel couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him. He glanced around the table at his friends, each one offering their support and enthusiasm for the upcoming celebration. It was moments like these that made him realize just how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful group of people to call his family.

With the wedding details settled for the moment, the group decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing and enjoying each other's company. They ventured out into the city, exploring its vibrant streets and sampling its diverse cuisine. Laughter and joy filled the air as they wandered from one adventure to the next, cherishing the simple moments of happiness that came with being together.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the cityscape, Angel found himself walking hand in hand with Husk, the evening breeze ruffling their hair. They strolled along the riverbank, watching as the lights of Hell twinkled in the distance, a beautiful backdrop to their shared moment of peace.

As they reached a secluded spot overlooking the water, Angel turned to Husk, his heart overflowing with love. "I can't wait to marry you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Husk smiled, squeezing Angel's hand gently. "Me too, Angel. Me too."

In that moment, as they stood together beneath the starlit sky, Angel knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything. And as they continued on their journey through Hell and beyond, he vowed to cherish every moment, every laugh, and every shared adventure, knowing that their love would only grow stronger with each passing day.