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I skimmed through the Metalocalypse Kinkmeme and Something caught my eye: Necrophilia. So I set to work. Now, the fic is based off this glorious song, and you don't have to watch it, but I like it. If you are going to watch, I suggest doing so after reading my fic.
Title A Little Piece of Heaven
Rating R for sexual situations, gore, swearing, torture, necrophilia, cannibalism, and Hell.
Pairing Skwisgaar/Toki
Notes Okay, Skwisgaar and Toki only speak their native languages in this so I recommend you use this to help. Keep that page open to refer to as you read. Seriously.
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Strictly speaking, things weren’t going that badly for Skwisgaar and Toki. Toki seemed to be devoted and loyal to Skwisgaar and never seemed to hang out with anyone he shouldn’t. And Skwisgaar needed to use all available limbs to count the times he’d seen Toki turn down very beautiful and sexy fuck buddies.
But he still didn’t trust the little harlot.
So, one night during dinner, Skwisgaar reached for the steak knife and calmly walked over to Toki’s chair. The Nord looked up, mouth full of spaghetti, with questioning but happy eyes. Then, in the blink of an eye and the slur of spaghetti, Skwisgaar plunged the knife straight into Toki’s heart. Toki’s body froze and jolted, all at once, and then proceeded to be stabbed 49 more times in a circular shape. When Toki was thoroughly dead and limp, Skwisgaar reached inside the gaping wound and pulled out his heart. It was still warm and Skwisgaar swore he felt a small electricity flow through the muscular organ.
He turned it over in his hands, as though examining it for defects. He’d never seen a human heart before, especially not one of a person he knew. Slowly, Skwisgaar brought the blood-drenched flesh up to his mouth and bit into it. He closed his eyes with macabre ecstasy and swallowed what he bit off. It tasted like Toki. Skwisgaar ran his tongue up the firm curve of one side, right up to the valve at the top. He swirled his tongue around it, absolutely relishing the gloriously hideous taste.
By the time he was done, Toki’s body had bled out all the blood it could and the lifeless corpse was just left sitting in its own blood with clouded blue eyes. Skwisgaar licked the fresh blood off his fingertips before helping up the surprisingly heavy body of the late Toki Wartooth and carrying him off to his bedroom.
The shock of red on the bed of his pristine, white room was certainly noticeable, but it wasn’t as if Skwisgaar particularly cared. No body came into his room unless invited by him personally and he doubted that the others would notice Toki’s absence. Sometimes self-absorbsion is a wonderful thing.
Carefully and professionally, Skwisgaar cleaned up the wound and stitched the skin back together. Then he cleaned the blood off. Toki looked uncomfortably pale, to tell the truth, but it couldn’t be helped. He barely had any blood left in him anymore (but it’s not like he needed it).
Skwisgaar let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to Toki’s slack mouth. Cold. Unfriendly. Death. Skwisgaar loved it.
He set the body down comfortably on his bed and proceeded to undress Toki. It was rather peculiar to undress someone so… cold. So relaxed. Skwisgaar rather liked it. He also liked how much time he could take to look over every detail of Toki’s body without annoying interruption by twitches or Toki himself.
He liked Toki this way.
And then, Toki was naked, dead, and cold on Skwisgaar’s bed. The Swede shucked himself out of his pants and threw off his shirt and got right back to business. This is how dinner would have ended anyway, so what was the difference? He shrugged and reached for the lube before remembering that someone wasn’t going to cry about their ass hurting or the friction was too much. Skwisgaar chuckled darkly and tapped his head in a “oh yeah, silly me,” kind of way.
So, without the nuisance of preparation, lube, or condoms, Skwisgaar plunged right in and began to fuck Toki’s corpse like he always wanted to. Hard, fast, and violent. Sure, Toki wasn’t reacting the way he used to (i.e. the flaccid dick bouncing with each thrust) and damn his thighs were cold, but Skwisgaar soon learned how flexible the human body could be during sex. Absolutely wonderful.
But something would have to be done about those damned cold thighs.
Skwisgaar finished in record time with a small cry and pulled out of his passed lover. He wasn’t exactly happy with the lack of expression on Toki’s face, but not everything was perfect. So, satisfied beyond words, Skwisgaar kicked back and smoked a cigarette while staring at the wall. Barely able to contain laughter, he turned to Toki’s and asked, “So… was dat’s good for you?”
Priceless.
And so life continued in that vein for a few days and Skwisgaar was very happy with it. He had sex with Toki whenever he wanted (not having to be bothered by Toki not being “in de mood”) and in every position anyone could have imagined (except for a few, but only because Toki would have to be alive to accomplish them).
Life was good.
Well, until one night. Skwisgaar was watching some TV and eating popcorn in bed, as naked as his lifeless lover and sated from another bout of necrophilia intercourse. Then, something unexpected happened.
Toki’s eyes moved. They looked at Skwisgaar. His jaw clenched and formed a frown. Toki was not happy. He sat up a little less than gracefully and sat on his knees next to Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar looked over and choked on his popcorn.
“To--!”
“BASTILLEN!” Toki bellowed with a demonic voice. His eyes changed from sky blue to blood red in a horrifying flash of seconds. He reached out and grabbed Skwisgaar’s throat and forced him down onto the mattress.
“Tok--!” Skwisgaar wheezed and tried to pry the hands off of his neck. Toki obviously had no fear of killing him (why would he?).
Toki wasted no time in worrying about the whys and wherefores of what Skwisgaar did to him. He reached for a pair of scissors lying on the floor next to Skwisgaar’s bed and bared is teeth to him in a horrifyingly mirthful way.
Words were obsolete at this point. So, Toki completely skipped guilting Skwisgaar into remorse and plunged the scissors’ blades into Skwisgaar’s chest as Skwisgaar had done to him. He hacked and hacked at the thin chest until blood covered his hands and the sheets and Skwisgaar was absolutely dead. Then, like Skwisgaar had done, Toki reached in and pulled out the Swede’s heart and proceeded to devour it, if for no other reason than to extract equalized revenge.
Meanwhile, Skwisgaar was falling. Falling… falling… he hit the ground painfully and screamed as he felt every bone in his body snap in half. But he stood nonetheless, and looked in horror at the new scenery.
He was not in Kansas anymore.
He was in Hell, surrounded by fire and brimstone and demons and pain and suffering and he screamed. He screamed and screamed until he saw Toki’s form approach him with murder in his eyes.
Skwisgaar suddenly understood. While he’d been having the time of his life on Earth, Toki was burning in Hell like so many others. His skin was reddened by floggings and burns by the fire and the demons.
“Bastillen…” Toki growled and walked closer to Skwisgaar.
“Toki, behaga,” Skwisgaar pleaded, reduced to his native tounge from the fear.
“Morderen!” Toki spat and pointed an accusing finger at Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar backed up until he hit a wall on the other side of the cave-like alcove they were in.
“Nej!” Skwisgaar protested. “Toki, jag älska du! Jag löfte!”
“Du drept meg og fikk kjønn med meg kropp! Du møkkete bastillen!” Toki shouted but suddenly calmed his rage. Slowly, he muttered, “Du ville lide for hva du har gjort.”
“JAG beklagar! Behaga förlåta jag!” Skwisgaar pleaded and sunk to his knees before Toki, “Behaga , kanna JAG göra den upp till du? Jag vill gör vad. än du vilja jag till gör! JAG löfte!”
Toki crossed his arms over his scarred chest and glared down at Skwisgaar. But the man was not made of stone and he softened.
“Jeg vil gir du ettall sjanse…” Toki muttered quietly. Skwisgaar’s head snapped up and he smiled gratefully.
“Tack själv Toki!” Skwisgaar bawled and hugged him tightly. Then, Toki was gently pushing him away.
Toki explained how much it hurt, not just physically, but emotionally, when Skwisgaar killed him. Skwisgaar listened as Toki started explaining why he couldn’t trust him easily anymore and Skwisgaar nodded silently. When he was done, Skwisgaar took Toki’s hand in his own and smiled.
“JAG löfte , Jag vill aldrig gör något som det igen.” Skwisgaar promised and placed a nervous kiss to Toki’s head.
“Løfte…” Toki sighed and brought Skwisgaar’s hand to his mouth. He kissed his fingertips and looked up into the other man’s eyes. “Vi… vi burde bli gift.”
Skwisgaar smiled broadly and nodded. “Ja!”
“Rett nå!” Toki grinned and hugged Skwisgaar.
“Ja!” Skwisgaar laughed and hugged him back. Suddenly, they were separated and in enclosed boxes lined with velvet. Skwisgaar couldn’t see but he was damned sure he was in a coffin. He quickly felt over his chest and… yep. The stitches, done by a doctor, were there in his chest.
With infinite determination, Skwisgaar began clawing his way out of the box and through the 6 feet of dirt separating him from the surface. If he knew his monster movies like he thought he did, he and Toki should easily make it to the surface in no time flat. Just a little further, come on…
He felt his hand break through the dirt into the cold air of the night. It was raining. Skwisgaar grinned and pulled himself up and out of the cold dirt. Perfect theatrics. Oh, and the fact the whole band and Ofdensen was there just made it so much more satisfying. He grinned like a spawn of Hell at the four Americans standing before him and let Toki make his own entrance.
“Dethklok,” The two hissed at the same time and stood together. “Du er invitert… å en bryllup!”
The Anglophones shared a look of sheer cluelessness before Toki explained that they were invited to his and Skwisgaar’s wedding. The band dawned a look of WTFery before Pickles broke the trend and slapped his forehead.
“Oh don’t tell me you guys killed each other!”
The post mortem Scandinavians took hold of each others’ hands and smiled.
“And what happened to your hearts?” Ofdensen asked quietly.
“Vi spiste seg.” Toki mimed taking the heart out of Skwisgaar’s now bare and scarred chest and biting into it. Nathan choked at the brutality.
“Brutal,” He muttered and crossed his arms over his chest.
“So wait, wait, wait…” Pickles waved his hands as he shook his head. “You said something… uh, bryllup?”
“Ja, bryllup,” Skwisgaar grinned smugly and pulled Toki up to his body.
“Yeah, what is that?”
Skwisgaar sighed and started humming ‘Here comes the bride’ for the Anglophones. Once again, all four were shocked speechless. Toki turned his head slowly to look at the others.
“Hvis du er ikke for oss,” He muttered lowly “Du er imot oss!”
Whatever he said, it didn’t sound good.
“Förena oss eller dö Dethklok,” Skwisgaar bellowed demonically. They recognized ‘dö’. Skwisgaar had taught them bits of Swedish over the years and they all knew it meant ‘die’. But they didn’t have time to reason with the passed guitarists, because demons began to rise from the ground and swirl around them. With the rain, lightening, and thunder, the demons frightened all the musicians down to their cores (except Skwisgaar and Toki).
“No, please!” Pickles howled and fell to the ground.
“Förena oss, Dethklok!!” Skwisgaar screamed through the groans and howls of the demonic spirits encircling them.
“Skwisgaar, be reasonable!” Charles shouted as a Demon began to hoist him into the air, clearly with the intent to hurt him rather badly, or even possibly kill him.
“Bli ro, Charles!” Toki shrieked and stomped his foot on the soaked ground, “Sammenlegge oss selv og du ville bo!”
“Okay, okay!” Charles nearly sobbed, kicking out and suspended by the demon punisher. “What ever it means, okay!”
“Skwisgaar, Toki!” Nathan shouted as he was being dragged down to the ground by two large demons. “You gotta stop!”
The two rounded on Nathan with vicious grins.
“Du ville bli det en annen gifte oss selv,” Toki hissed. There was a Bible not too far from him, brought by Charles, most likely, and he kicked it over to Nathan. “Leser.”
“What, read the Bible?” The side of Nathan’s face was pressed against the wet Earth and mud was bubbling up around his mouth. The demons hissed upon hearing such a thing as ‘reading the Bible’.
“Ja. Leser,” Toki nodded.
“They want you to marry them!” Murderface yelled to Nathan above the groans of the demons and the crashing thunder of the ever present storm. He was holding on desperately to a hedge stone while a demon pulled on his legs.
“What? Oh!” Nathan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The demons suddenly hoisted them all up, front and center, before Skwisgaar and Toki with Nathan slightly behind them. Nathan was freed from the demons’ grasp so he could read the Holy Book and turned to a random page. He doubted there was anything he could read out of there that pertained to this situation and even if there was, well, where the hell would he find it?
“Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?” Nathan growled, using his stage voice. Toki nodded happily and grabbed Skwisgaar’s hands.
“Do you take this woman in death-“
“Nathan!” Toki protested and stomped his foot. Skwisgaar chuckled slightly.
“This man in death,” Nathan continued, “For the rest of your unnatural life?”
Skwisgaar nodded with a smile.
“I now pronounce you officially gay. You may kiss the fag,” Nathan tossed the Bible over his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. And so they kissed, in the rain, in front of their ‘family’ and undead.
And they all lived Happily Ever After.
THE END.
Title A Little Piece of Heaven
Rating R for sexual situations, gore, swearing, torture, necrophilia, cannibalism, and Hell.
Pairing Skwisgaar/Toki
Notes Okay, Skwisgaar and Toki only speak their native languages in this so I recommend you use this to help. Keep that page open to refer to as you read. Seriously.
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Strictly speaking, things weren’t going that badly for Skwisgaar and Toki. Toki seemed to be devoted and loyal to Skwisgaar and never seemed to hang out with anyone he shouldn’t. And Skwisgaar needed to use all available limbs to count the times he’d seen Toki turn down very beautiful and sexy fuck buddies.
But he still didn’t trust the little harlot.
So, one night during dinner, Skwisgaar reached for the steak knife and calmly walked over to Toki’s chair. The Nord looked up, mouth full of spaghetti, with questioning but happy eyes. Then, in the blink of an eye and the slur of spaghetti, Skwisgaar plunged the knife straight into Toki’s heart. Toki’s body froze and jolted, all at once, and then proceeded to be stabbed 49 more times in a circular shape. When Toki was thoroughly dead and limp, Skwisgaar reached inside the gaping wound and pulled out his heart. It was still warm and Skwisgaar swore he felt a small electricity flow through the muscular organ.
He turned it over in his hands, as though examining it for defects. He’d never seen a human heart before, especially not one of a person he knew. Slowly, Skwisgaar brought the blood-drenched flesh up to his mouth and bit into it. He closed his eyes with macabre ecstasy and swallowed what he bit off. It tasted like Toki. Skwisgaar ran his tongue up the firm curve of one side, right up to the valve at the top. He swirled his tongue around it, absolutely relishing the gloriously hideous taste.
By the time he was done, Toki’s body had bled out all the blood it could and the lifeless corpse was just left sitting in its own blood with clouded blue eyes. Skwisgaar licked the fresh blood off his fingertips before helping up the surprisingly heavy body of the late Toki Wartooth and carrying him off to his bedroom.
The shock of red on the bed of his pristine, white room was certainly noticeable, but it wasn’t as if Skwisgaar particularly cared. No body came into his room unless invited by him personally and he doubted that the others would notice Toki’s absence. Sometimes self-absorbsion is a wonderful thing.
Carefully and professionally, Skwisgaar cleaned up the wound and stitched the skin back together. Then he cleaned the blood off. Toki looked uncomfortably pale, to tell the truth, but it couldn’t be helped. He barely had any blood left in him anymore (but it’s not like he needed it).
Skwisgaar let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to Toki’s slack mouth. Cold. Unfriendly. Death. Skwisgaar loved it.
He set the body down comfortably on his bed and proceeded to undress Toki. It was rather peculiar to undress someone so… cold. So relaxed. Skwisgaar rather liked it. He also liked how much time he could take to look over every detail of Toki’s body without annoying interruption by twitches or Toki himself.
He liked Toki this way.
And then, Toki was naked, dead, and cold on Skwisgaar’s bed. The Swede shucked himself out of his pants and threw off his shirt and got right back to business. This is how dinner would have ended anyway, so what was the difference? He shrugged and reached for the lube before remembering that someone wasn’t going to cry about their ass hurting or the friction was too much. Skwisgaar chuckled darkly and tapped his head in a “oh yeah, silly me,” kind of way.
So, without the nuisance of preparation, lube, or condoms, Skwisgaar plunged right in and began to fuck Toki’s corpse like he always wanted to. Hard, fast, and violent. Sure, Toki wasn’t reacting the way he used to (i.e. the flaccid dick bouncing with each thrust) and damn his thighs were cold, but Skwisgaar soon learned how flexible the human body could be during sex. Absolutely wonderful.
But something would have to be done about those damned cold thighs.
Skwisgaar finished in record time with a small cry and pulled out of his passed lover. He wasn’t exactly happy with the lack of expression on Toki’s face, but not everything was perfect. So, satisfied beyond words, Skwisgaar kicked back and smoked a cigarette while staring at the wall. Barely able to contain laughter, he turned to Toki’s and asked, “So… was dat’s good for you?”
Priceless.
And so life continued in that vein for a few days and Skwisgaar was very happy with it. He had sex with Toki whenever he wanted (not having to be bothered by Toki not being “in de mood”) and in every position anyone could have imagined (except for a few, but only because Toki would have to be alive to accomplish them).
Life was good.
Well, until one night. Skwisgaar was watching some TV and eating popcorn in bed, as naked as his lifeless lover and sated from another bout of necrophilia intercourse. Then, something unexpected happened.
Toki’s eyes moved. They looked at Skwisgaar. His jaw clenched and formed a frown. Toki was not happy. He sat up a little less than gracefully and sat on his knees next to Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar looked over and choked on his popcorn.
“To--!”
“BASTILLEN!” Toki bellowed with a demonic voice. His eyes changed from sky blue to blood red in a horrifying flash of seconds. He reached out and grabbed Skwisgaar’s throat and forced him down onto the mattress.
“Tok--!” Skwisgaar wheezed and tried to pry the hands off of his neck. Toki obviously had no fear of killing him (why would he?).
Toki wasted no time in worrying about the whys and wherefores of what Skwisgaar did to him. He reached for a pair of scissors lying on the floor next to Skwisgaar’s bed and bared is teeth to him in a horrifyingly mirthful way.
Words were obsolete at this point. So, Toki completely skipped guilting Skwisgaar into remorse and plunged the scissors’ blades into Skwisgaar’s chest as Skwisgaar had done to him. He hacked and hacked at the thin chest until blood covered his hands and the sheets and Skwisgaar was absolutely dead. Then, like Skwisgaar had done, Toki reached in and pulled out the Swede’s heart and proceeded to devour it, if for no other reason than to extract equalized revenge.
Meanwhile, Skwisgaar was falling. Falling… falling… he hit the ground painfully and screamed as he felt every bone in his body snap in half. But he stood nonetheless, and looked in horror at the new scenery.
He was not in Kansas anymore.
He was in Hell, surrounded by fire and brimstone and demons and pain and suffering and he screamed. He screamed and screamed until he saw Toki’s form approach him with murder in his eyes.
Skwisgaar suddenly understood. While he’d been having the time of his life on Earth, Toki was burning in Hell like so many others. His skin was reddened by floggings and burns by the fire and the demons.
“Bastillen…” Toki growled and walked closer to Skwisgaar.
“Toki, behaga,” Skwisgaar pleaded, reduced to his native tounge from the fear.
“Morderen!” Toki spat and pointed an accusing finger at Skwisgaar. Skwisgaar backed up until he hit a wall on the other side of the cave-like alcove they were in.
“Nej!” Skwisgaar protested. “Toki, jag älska du! Jag löfte!”
“Du drept meg og fikk kjønn med meg kropp! Du møkkete bastillen!” Toki shouted but suddenly calmed his rage. Slowly, he muttered, “Du ville lide for hva du har gjort.”
“JAG beklagar! Behaga förlåta jag!” Skwisgaar pleaded and sunk to his knees before Toki, “Behaga , kanna JAG göra den upp till du? Jag vill gör vad. än du vilja jag till gör! JAG löfte!”
Toki crossed his arms over his scarred chest and glared down at Skwisgaar. But the man was not made of stone and he softened.
“Jeg vil gir du ettall sjanse…” Toki muttered quietly. Skwisgaar’s head snapped up and he smiled gratefully.
“Tack själv Toki!” Skwisgaar bawled and hugged him tightly. Then, Toki was gently pushing him away.
Toki explained how much it hurt, not just physically, but emotionally, when Skwisgaar killed him. Skwisgaar listened as Toki started explaining why he couldn’t trust him easily anymore and Skwisgaar nodded silently. When he was done, Skwisgaar took Toki’s hand in his own and smiled.
“JAG löfte , Jag vill aldrig gör något som det igen.” Skwisgaar promised and placed a nervous kiss to Toki’s head.
“Løfte…” Toki sighed and brought Skwisgaar’s hand to his mouth. He kissed his fingertips and looked up into the other man’s eyes. “Vi… vi burde bli gift.”
Skwisgaar smiled broadly and nodded. “Ja!”
“Rett nå!” Toki grinned and hugged Skwisgaar.
“Ja!” Skwisgaar laughed and hugged him back. Suddenly, they were separated and in enclosed boxes lined with velvet. Skwisgaar couldn’t see but he was damned sure he was in a coffin. He quickly felt over his chest and… yep. The stitches, done by a doctor, were there in his chest.
With infinite determination, Skwisgaar began clawing his way out of the box and through the 6 feet of dirt separating him from the surface. If he knew his monster movies like he thought he did, he and Toki should easily make it to the surface in no time flat. Just a little further, come on…
He felt his hand break through the dirt into the cold air of the night. It was raining. Skwisgaar grinned and pulled himself up and out of the cold dirt. Perfect theatrics. Oh, and the fact the whole band and Ofdensen was there just made it so much more satisfying. He grinned like a spawn of Hell at the four Americans standing before him and let Toki make his own entrance.
“Dethklok,” The two hissed at the same time and stood together. “Du er invitert… å en bryllup!”
The Anglophones shared a look of sheer cluelessness before Toki explained that they were invited to his and Skwisgaar’s wedding. The band dawned a look of WTFery before Pickles broke the trend and slapped his forehead.
“Oh don’t tell me you guys killed each other!”
The post mortem Scandinavians took hold of each others’ hands and smiled.
“And what happened to your hearts?” Ofdensen asked quietly.
“Vi spiste seg.” Toki mimed taking the heart out of Skwisgaar’s now bare and scarred chest and biting into it. Nathan choked at the brutality.
“Brutal,” He muttered and crossed his arms over his chest.
“So wait, wait, wait…” Pickles waved his hands as he shook his head. “You said something… uh, bryllup?”
“Ja, bryllup,” Skwisgaar grinned smugly and pulled Toki up to his body.
“Yeah, what is that?”
Skwisgaar sighed and started humming ‘Here comes the bride’ for the Anglophones. Once again, all four were shocked speechless. Toki turned his head slowly to look at the others.
“Hvis du er ikke for oss,” He muttered lowly “Du er imot oss!”
Whatever he said, it didn’t sound good.
“Förena oss eller dö Dethklok,” Skwisgaar bellowed demonically. They recognized ‘dö’. Skwisgaar had taught them bits of Swedish over the years and they all knew it meant ‘die’. But they didn’t have time to reason with the passed guitarists, because demons began to rise from the ground and swirl around them. With the rain, lightening, and thunder, the demons frightened all the musicians down to their cores (except Skwisgaar and Toki).
“No, please!” Pickles howled and fell to the ground.
“Förena oss, Dethklok!!” Skwisgaar screamed through the groans and howls of the demonic spirits encircling them.
“Skwisgaar, be reasonable!” Charles shouted as a Demon began to hoist him into the air, clearly with the intent to hurt him rather badly, or even possibly kill him.
“Bli ro, Charles!” Toki shrieked and stomped his foot on the soaked ground, “Sammenlegge oss selv og du ville bo!”
“Okay, okay!” Charles nearly sobbed, kicking out and suspended by the demon punisher. “What ever it means, okay!”
“Skwisgaar, Toki!” Nathan shouted as he was being dragged down to the ground by two large demons. “You gotta stop!”
The two rounded on Nathan with vicious grins.
“Du ville bli det en annen gifte oss selv,” Toki hissed. There was a Bible not too far from him, brought by Charles, most likely, and he kicked it over to Nathan. “Leser.”
“What, read the Bible?” The side of Nathan’s face was pressed against the wet Earth and mud was bubbling up around his mouth. The demons hissed upon hearing such a thing as ‘reading the Bible’.
“Ja. Leser,” Toki nodded.
“They want you to marry them!” Murderface yelled to Nathan above the groans of the demons and the crashing thunder of the ever present storm. He was holding on desperately to a hedge stone while a demon pulled on his legs.
“What? Oh!” Nathan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The demons suddenly hoisted them all up, front and center, before Skwisgaar and Toki with Nathan slightly behind them. Nathan was freed from the demons’ grasp so he could read the Holy Book and turned to a random page. He doubted there was anything he could read out of there that pertained to this situation and even if there was, well, where the hell would he find it?
“Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?” Nathan growled, using his stage voice. Toki nodded happily and grabbed Skwisgaar’s hands.
“Do you take this woman in death-“
“Nathan!” Toki protested and stomped his foot. Skwisgaar chuckled slightly.
“This man in death,” Nathan continued, “For the rest of your unnatural life?”
Skwisgaar nodded with a smile.
“I now pronounce you officially gay. You may kiss the fag,” Nathan tossed the Bible over his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest. And so they kissed, in the rain, in front of their ‘family’ and undead.
And they all lived Happily Ever After.
THE END.