<div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vigilance Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Closed<br/><hr/><em>Her groom awaited her at the altar.  Candles glowed with the greenish light of ghostrock, and an unholy melody played through a cathedral that seemed to be formed of a giant ribcage.  In place of walls and a ceiling, she could see tendons stretched tightly over the ribs, and the notes of a wedding march seemed to scream from an organ of twisted black metal.  'Here Comes the Bride' played on notes that sounded like screams and groans.<br/><br/>A ghoulish, blackened face of bone and blackened flesh was next to her, his arm locked around her elbow, dragging her down the aisle.  Her father's features gave her a horrifying smile of reassurance, as the white clad bride was dragged footstep by footstep down the center of the monstrous church.  Strange faces filled the role of groomsman and bridesmaid – a sharp featured old woman and a grotesquely obese woman astride a pig.  <br/><br/>She passed a line of men – men who she'd entrusted, men who'd taken her virtue as the price for their protection.  She saw an apparition of steel and bolts, a man of metal that towered like a juggernaut, and Breed's bleeding face within.  She saw the Sarge, his scalp parted from his skull by an Indian tomahawk.  Her Mormon husband, an arrow emerging from his throat, his elderly features impassive.<br/><br/>Her blackened mother sat in the front room, a tear rolling down her cheek.  <br/><br/></em><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/Lucifer.png)</div><em>Her groom turned, and he was the image of wholesome, human perfection in a sea of monsters.  He turned, his hair golden blonde, his eyes dazzlingly blue.  He gave her a warm, inviting smile, offering his arm while her father released his hold on her.  He turned a sunny smile towards the preacher.  His hand on her arm felt as strong as steel.<br/><br/></em><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Elijah.png)</div><em>Blood dripped from the blackened leather tome the preacher opened.  Scraggly beard and long hair, a sun-bleached face and eyes that seemed to scream of fire and brimstone raised to meet them both from the dark book.<br/><br/>“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here this day, out of the sight of God...”<br/><br/></em><hr/><br/>When she awoke in her room, their positions were reversed - she'd been tucked into the bed in her sleep, and the lawman reclined on the chaise chair.