Nessira stood in her bedroom looking in the mirror as she wore the dress she had purchased. It was white which she didn't enjoy wearing but something about all of this just gave her a feeling of happiness that she could not describe.
She thought about what Lilith had said to her about planning the wedding to take her mind off of what had happened and for the most part it worked. Still she couldn't help but feel like she didn't deserve this sort of thing in her life. A tear began to slide down her cheek as she stood there in silence just staring at her reflection when she heard the door open.
"Ahem," she said as she wiped the tears away trying to hide her emotions as Shadow walked into the room. "So um, what do you think?" She said showing her daughter.
Shadow stood there almost in shock seeing her mother standing there looking as stunning as she did. "Wow, you look, I mean, wow Mom."
"Is that good?"
"You look like a princess, with very nice boobs."
"Princess, you mean some dumb damsel stuck in a castle waiting for a man to come and save her?"
"Um, not exactly what I meant."
"This is stupid, I should just wear one of my red dresses and forget this silly thing," Nessira said before she looked over seeing Shadow standing there with a look on her face like she did something wrong. "I'm sorry," she said walking over and giving her a hug. "This is all so new and strange to me, I don't know how to feel and don't even trust my own feelings anyway."
"What's wrong Mom, I mean, what is really wrong?"
Nessira let go of Shadow and went back to look in the mirror and said: "I don't deserve this."
"What do you mean?"
"This life, Patrick, You, to have a beautiful wedding day."
"Mom we have been over this."
"But, I once turned a man's fiance into a succubus and made her kill him, how many other wedding days have I destroyed, how many hearts have I broken, lives ruined, families destroyed, and how many more will I?"
"You won't."
"Come on Shadow, we both know that apparently, all it takes is a magic necklace to make me almost kill my own daughter."
"Yup, and you failed at that remember, you were told to kill us all and capture me, but you couldn't even accomplish that, I kicked your ass if I remember correctly."
Nessira looked over at her daughter with a confused look on her face before she said: "and your point is?"
"My point is you were ordered to kill us all and you didn't, you turned Patrick into a statue to protect him which made them question your loyalty, and then when you fought me, you lost," she said as Nessira crossed her arms more curious to where Shadow was going with this. "You have killed many people and many creatures, but even when the darkness inside you is brought to the surface you still hesitated when it came to us, deep down you know that nobody can control you, you are the red witch, and whether or not you deserve to be happy is irrelevant, you don't ask for permission or forgiveness, you take what you want."
Nessira turned back towards the mirror letting Shadow words rattle around in her head for a minute before she smiled and said: "You're right, my boobs do look amazing."
"They really do, so what do you want?"
"I want..." She said pausing to stare at her reflection. " I want Patrick, I want to be his wife."
"And if anyone objects?"
A sinister smile came across her face as her hand turned into a taloned claw before she clenched it. "Then they will truly see how dark I can be."
"There's the Mother I know and love," Shadow said walking up behind her and wrapping her arms around her.
"What would I do without you?" Nessira said with a smile.
"Be the queen of a wasteland getting fucked by a demon and his goat with a statue of Patrick in your chambers."
Nessira looked at Shadow through the mirror raising an eyebrow before she said: "Not funny."
"Sorry, I just think this life is a better fit for you."
"I think so too." She said smiling at the reflection herself standing there with her daughter. "Now I have to do something even more dangerous."
"What's that?"
"Meet Patrick's Parents."
"Oof, that should be fun."
"Yeah, his mom is apparently very religious, so this should go over well."
"If things start going bad just let me know and I'll swing by and pull the fire alarm."
"That's not... I mean you shouldn't... That's actually not a bad idea."
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Later that evening Patrick and Nessira were sitting in his car outside this fancy Italian restaurant as Nessira was trying to relax but she was sweating. She was wearing a red dress but something more business casual than she usually wore as she wanted to impress Patrick's parents more than anything.
"You gonna be alright?" Patrick asked.
"I'm working on it."
"Well, you look beautiful."
"I look like a slut who has murdered hundreds of people."
"Stop it," he said taking her hand. "You have nothing to be nervous about, this isn't about who you were or what you've done in the past."
"A few weeks ago I turned you into a statue and tried to murder my daughter."
"I wouldn't mention that, okay try this, when I was younger I worked in a store where most of the customers were assholes, so each interaction I looked at it like a video game, like an RPG, every question was an attack and when my turn came I had to think of a good counter-attack."
Nessira stared it him with an almost disgusted look in her eyes before she said: "God you are such a fucking nerd, thank god you have a big dick."
"Um, okay well..."
"I feel like I am on trial here, It would be easier if it was a trial by combat."
"Game of Thrones reference but I'm the nerd?"
"What's Game of Thrones?" She asked with a curious look on her face.
"Really?... Forget it, let's just do this." He said before they both got out if the car and headed inside.
They walked in and Patrick saw his parents already seated at a table by the window. He held Nessira's hand as they walked over before he introduced everyone.
"Mom, Dad, this is my Fiance Nessira."
"Hello, it is so nice to finally meet you." His father said standing up and giving her a hug which surprised her a bit.
"Oh um, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson."
"Please call me Dad."
"Okay then."
"Hello," his mother said standing up and shaking her hand. "You can call me Diane."