“Do you take this man in death for the rest of your un-natural life, to rule the kingdom of all Hell by his side and to submit to his every desire, both sexual and physical?”
“I do”

“And do you take this woman in death for the rest of your un-natural, to rule the kingdom of all Hell with her, and to be her lover and protector for the afterlife?”
“I do”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife”

Hurricane stood up on her very tip-toes to kiss her brand new husband, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her and crashed their lips together, a forceful and animalistic kiss almost setting off the mood for the rest of their marriage. He’d already gotten her hot and bothered thanks to him whispering what he was going to do to her in the dress she was wearing when they finally got back up to the bedroom, and she couldn’t wait to tear off the suit he had changed into and unleash the demon within him.

“I love you baby. And I promise, what he just said is only partly true. I mean, the you submitting to my every desire part. I think we can work around that” Shadows whispered into her ear and she giggled, slapping his arm playfully. It hadn’t particularly bothered her, because she liked making him feel good and she liked feeling wanted by him. It was the way he pulled her back into bed when she got up in the morning to go and take a shower, how he always held her when they were around other people so they would know that she was his.

She liked being his. It was a simple as that.

The two of them walked down the makeshift aisle, and as they reached the bottom, Shadows lifted her up bridal style and kissed her again, not caring that people were watching them. He loved this woman too much for his own good, and he just loved to see her smile. She kissed back, tangling her fingers into his hair and smirking when she heard Zacky and Johnny yelling out stuff from the other end of the aisle.

She’d never thought Johnny would ever see her get married, but strange stuff happened when you were in hell- at least she could say that she knew that.

There was a car waiting outside for them, the same one they’d travel in to get to functions that happened around Hell. It was Hurricane’s personal favourite, because the drivers never looked behind them to see if the couple were doing anything, and the amount of times the two of them had had sex in the back of the car were uncountable. It was one of his kinks she figured.

They stepped inside of the limo, and almost as soon as the doors were closed, Shadows had her on her back, his hands trailing down the white silk of her dress and pushing the skirt up to her hips.

“I thought we were waiting until we got back home, baby? Or are you feeling dirty?” Hurricane asked, palming his crotch as he moaned into her skin, biting at her neck to make her retaliate the noise. He began to kiss down her neck, his long fingers stroking her silk covered pussy, the garter she wore around her leg making him hum happily.

“A man has needs, my love, and didn’t you just hear the minister?” he asked, dipping his hands into her underwear.

“You have to submit to my every need. And I want you now”

***

Synyster Gates officially hated exile. It fucking sucked.

No one was here but him, and it was horribly cold, the complete opposite to how Hell was supposed to be. This was his father’s way of punishing him obviously, but of course Synyster blamed it all on Shadows. He was the only person who could sway his father’s point of view, and get him on their side when they’d previously been on the other. As he remembered correctly, he’d only been following orders to get Hurricane out of Shadows’ grasp forever. Just so she could be safe with Johnny, obviously.

That however was no more.

He rubbed at his arms, trying to get the goosebumps to disappear because he felt cold, and feeling cold was for weak people, not him. He was a fucking demon; he should be terrorizing people- not in some sort of time out that his father had put him in. He wasn’t five years old anymore, yet no one around here seemed to realise that.
“Hey…kid!”

Synyster looked around but no one was there. Convinced that his mind was playing tricks on him, he leant back against the cold wall he’d been sat against for what felt like years, and closed his eyes, hoping that eventually he’d wake up and this would all just have been a horrible nightmare that never really happened. Maybe then he’d be able to warn himself not to fuck everything up.

“Open your eyes kid, you aren’t gonna see anything in there”

Gates opened his eyes and almost screamed when he saw another man sat in front of him. He was frostbitten from the sudden cold, but when he pushed his hair away- Syn recognised that piercing blue gaze.
“Jimmy? Is that really you?”

“Yes it’s me. I was exiled here years ago Syn, did you really not remember? Jesus, you demons get dumber every year” Jimmy said with a roll of his eyes, and from out of the air, he formed a blanket and handed it over to Syn. Jimmy had always been called a master of illusions, when really he could turn something into something else. He’d probably just formed an icicle into a blanket, but Syn didn’t care because finally he could feel his fingers again.

“What are you even helping me for? I have to do my time here- the sooner my Dad realises what a dick he is the better” Syn grumbled, wrapping the blanket further around his shoulders and staring over at his old friend, who rolled his eyes and leant back a little, surveying Syn with interest.

“I’m helping you, because I need you to help me. Hell is overrun by a hiarachy- meaning people like us don’t get a say in anything. We cause trouble, we get exiled- it’s as simple as that. But we can change that” Jimmy explained.
“How?”

“Stupid question Synyster. We do it the only way we know how. You saw the French Revolution, you know exactly how to get someone’s attention” Jimmy smirked, pointing over at where there was a faint crack in the sky, where exile met Hell itself.

“We’re going to overthrow the mighty Shadows himself”