I can show you the world! (OxO) (Closed)

(I… we'll probably skip it, but I'll be the one in charge of implying it)
She smiled, but then it dissipated, and she bit her lip.
"…um… do you mind if I sleep in my own bed tonight? …Alone?"

"I don't mind." He said. He was about to fall asleep

She gave him a goodnight kiss and went off to her bedroom, where she snuggled with her bunny and fell asleep.

The next morning.
Vozreal got up at 8 and woke up Nyx.
"Hey, Nyx… Wake up…" He whispered

The teal eyes opened. "G'morning, Vozzie…"

"We need to be there at 9." He told her

"What time is it?"

"8 am." He told her

She sat up. "Oh, geez, I need to get ready…"

"Me too." He said, going to get dressed.
An hour passes.
"Ready?" He asked

A nervous, and completely stunning, Nyx, clutching her bouquet, nodded. She looked amazing.

He held her arm and off they went. Everyone else was there too. Jehovah, aka God, was the priest/pastor. Azrael was in a suit, also with Lucifer, who was the best man.
Azrael walked Nyx down the aisle.
They said their vows.
"You may now kiss the bride." But it was an uno reverse

Nyx kissed him, deep and sound, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He transformed into his angelic form, his original form. he still had Crimson eyes, but they were assuring, not scary. He had a halo above his head and his smile was natural. His black suit became pure white
Everyone clapped.

Nyx, taken aback, paused. "Wait…"

"This is my original form… I don't like it… Can i be a demon again?" He asked. Jehovah grudgingly obliged and soon he became his normal self.
"Ah, much better! Now, for the reception!"

Nyx frowned. "But I liked your angel form."

"I don't…" He said.
"I don't like reminders of dictatorship."

"Mm." She hugged him.

He hugged back. They went to the reception and had cake, which was the cake that they made in India

Nyx insisted on feeding Vozzie the first slice, and he got it all over his mouth.

He fed her as well.
They were laughing and have a good time.
And then Elvis Presley came on as the first song.
"Shall we dance?"

"Sure." She got up. "Um… I don't really know how, though."

"Just follow my lead." He said, slow-dancing with Nyx

And she did, stumbling a few times. It was brilliantly awkward.

He laughed. They had a good time.
They had to leave eventually, to get to the plane for Scotland.

They got in the car, a white McLaren 720s, and drove off, heading for the airport.
"Vozzie, we're going on our honeymoon," Nyx said softly.

"I know. You're a Rafter now!! And An Immortal!" He said, smiling.
They arrived and got in the plane.

She turned pink. "Um, do you mind if I change into my pajamas?"

"Not at all."