//------------------------------// // 8: A Historic Wedding // Story: Solar Child: Past Demons // by Bakmah Genesis //------------------------------// Satanic exhaled lightly as she beheld herself in the mirror, just minutes before she was supposed to be approaching the alter. Even though she proposed, it was decided that it should be reversed for the sake of keeping her identity a secret. The longer the public does not know that she is a demon, the longer she doesn't have the entirety of Equestria speaking her head even if she has the support of the royal family. It was a very large gamble for both her and the royal family, but they went head on into it. And without any regrets. "Were you this nervous on your wedding day?" Asked the demon. Rarity chuckled at the question. "Dear, I have yet to meet a mare or stallion who was not nervous on their wedding day," The white mare placed a hoof on the slightly larger mares shoulder. "It's perfectly normal. You are taking a big step, a huge risk also in your case. Nervousness and doubts are always in that forefront of your mind. But that all disappears the moment you place your eyes on that mare standing at the alter, waiting for you." Satanic smiled at the mare. After a few seconds she broke out in laughter. "Its funny," said Satanic, recovering slightly. "For three hundred years I was taught to strive to be feared and rule without mercy in the flames of my wrath. And now her I am, nervous, about to marry and settle down with a beautiful mare. It's a drastic change but one I will accept with hooves wide open." Rarity smiled. If anyone was able to change the heart of an entire family of demons, it was the royal family. It was heartwarming sight to see something taught to hate and be feared be so happy with just being a normal mare filled with love. If the smile on her face was anything to judge by, this was going to be the happiest day of her long life. "Everyone decent in here?" Asked Solar as she knocked on the door, grinning as her head pocked in the room. "No, I'm going to go to my wedding butt ass naked with my tail swinging side to side as suggestively as possible." said Satanic rolling her eyes but grinning none the less at the eldest sisters antics. Solar shrugged as she stepped into the room, her two toned blue hair catching the light. "Who knows. Giving Nympha a sneak peak may let you benefit from it later." Satanic stuck her tongue out at the mare. "Perv." "You know it." said Solar Flare. Satanic looked the white demon over, finding not one piece of clothing on the mare. "You do know you are walking me down the aisle and red flags will be thrown if they see your cutie mark." said Satanic, pointing to the cutie mark that looked exactly like Celestia's. "Hmm. Yes, that may be a problem. No matter." In a flash of blue fire, a red dress draped itself over her body to hide the cutie mark on her flank. Her eyes then flashed and revealed themselves as ice blue. "Well, hello Miss Solar Flare of Acadia." said Satanic with a smirk. "And hello to you too, Miss Satin Rose of Acadia." replied Solar Flare, grinning as she curtsied her sister. The two sisters broke out into laughter at each other. Rarity grinned. Oh yes, they have changed. ~~~~~ Princess Satin Rose of Acadia. That was her current name and status among the ponies even though she was Queen Satanic of Tartarus. Though she preferred Satin Rose, a ruler of a small, imaginary country, over the ruler of a feared hell that is hated as much as feared. Princess Satin took a deep breath as she waited around the corner from the hall where the wedding was being held. Solar Flare looked over at her and raised an eyebrow. "Still nervous?" She asked. Satin nodded. Solar smiled softly and placed a hoof on her shoulder. "You are doing the right thing, Satin. You are proving that demons aren't heartless and cruel. We are just like ponies, we were just dealt a worse hand than any other." said the elder sister, nuzzling her sister affectionately. Satin smiled and leaned into the nuzzle, purring lightly, an ability that has grown natural as if she was a cat. Solar giggled at her younger sisters habits. At that moment, the music started to play, signaling it was time. Satin took a deep breath before lacing her hoof in her sisters and following the next generation of the CMC, Sweetie Belle and Spike's oldest leading the group. Rarity had predicted correctly. The moment Satin brought her eyes on the mare in a similar wedding dress standing at the alter, all her doubts vanished, leaving her with nothing but the love she felt for the mare in front of her. Celestia chose this time to push the sun just low enough to shine perfectly on the mare, taking whatever breath the disguised demon had left. The entire way to the alter Satin wore a smile big enough to split her face if it was possible. Nympha's smile matched her own as she waited upon the alter for her other. The walk up to her was agonizing slow to Satin, but it wouldn't have faired her well if she bolted up there, especially in her wedding dress, and tackled the mare into a kiss. Until the ceremony was over and they were married, touching and kissing was a no-no. Nympha's two cousins and her one aunt stood by her side, Chrysalis not far behind the pink alicorn. Waiting for Satin was her own sisters. Three of them at least. Solar Eclipse, Lunar Eclipse, and Naphiry, Nympha's demon who was a deep red with a silver mane. And Solar Flare taking place of their mother. Finally, Satin took her place directly in front of Nympha, Solar Flare off to the side of Satin. "Fillies and Gentlecolts, we are gathered her toady to not only merge to countries, but merge two ponies into everlasting love. We will be joining the hooves of Nympha Lulamoon, heir to the High Changeling throne, and Satin Rose, Princess of the small country of Acadia. "As per usual, we shall start with the vows, sealing the promises that each will keep for one another. Nympha, you may go first." Nympha smiled just a bit more at that, if it was possible, and started. "I, Nympha Lulamoon, vow to stand by your side through every difficulty you may face in your long life. I vow to love you wholly and eternally, never dwindling over the hard course of time. I will forever and always be your love." There were a few audible awws from the crowd. Changelings almost naturally knew how to pull at the heart's strings, and boy was it working. "Satin, your vows." said Celestia, turning to Satin. Satin took a deep breath, her smile never once faltering as she did so. It had no reason to. "I, Satin Rose, vow to protect you through thick and think not letting anything hurt you and whatever family we may have. I vow to put you first over my own needs, even if that means giving my own life to protect your safety." That was what probably did the ground in. Satin could hear multiple mares faint and a few stallions cover their chests from emotional overload. Satin was at an advantage with living inside a changeling for over three hundred years. "Now, these golden bands represent the endless, golden love that will flow through both of you through this forever connection between you two, joining your souls into one." said Celestia. Spike chuckled slightly as he moved forward with the pillow holding the rings. He was now well into his thirties, but his part as ring bearer never changed. It was funny, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Taking the rings in their own magic, Satin working her aura into a cyan instead of its usual black cloud. They place the rings on the others horn, gently sliding them down the lengths of the shafts until they snuggle rested at the base of their horn. Satin could feel her excitement building. She knew what was next, she had been yearning it since she saw Nympha. "Nympha, do you take this mare as your newly wedded wife?" "I do." "Satin, do you take this mare as your newly wedded wife?" Did she even need to ask? "I do." "I now pronounce you mare and wife!" The world stopped, the noise of cheering fell away, leaving the two kissing mares on the alter. Out of all of the pain, the suffering, the self-hatred, the self-doubt, this was the happiest day of Satanic's life.