Volume 10. Chapter 280: Wedding Vows Interrupted By Mother-Daughter-Wife Spat. (Chapter 1181)

Chapter 280: Wedding Vows Interrupted By Mother-Daughter-Wife Spat.

Celia: “…Apologies, I got to into playing.” She said with an awkward laugh.

Guanyu: “It is fine, Celia. Your song was…quite beautiful; I shall remember it forever, how you serenaded your beloved wives.” She expressed with a loving tone, holding both of Celia’s hands.

In truth, this scene was a bit odd. Quite a few Mortals were already weeping, despite this being a happy occasion. From them seeing this as too beautiful, or due to their jealousy; I do not know, nor do I care to ever figure out. The only thing that matters to me at this exact moment, is Celia, my sister wives, and my daughters. I am more than willing to bet that the others feel the same.

No tears were shed by us, though. They weren’t needed, not at all. Of course, tears can be bled from someone being very happy. However, Higher Beings rarely cry, and this extends to us as well. Maybe from our age, who knows; like with most things regarding Immortals, they just leave it alone, unanswered. As I watched Celia and Guanyu walk hand in hand together, to the priest, I found that I also didn’t care to figure such things out.

The Devil: “Shouldn’t my mother have been the one to do this? Is this not completely blasphemous, me overseeing a marriage, holding a Christian book of worship? I’m even wearing a cross necklace…” She mused with a sigh, standing behind a podium, now looking at the two.

Runeth: “None of us are religious, Higher Beings don’t have need for any religion. Just like your mother, you should just see this as playing dress up for your friends, doing something to make them happy.” She said with a cheeky tone.

God: “Yes, yes, the young girl speaks very wise words. Listen to her, and do your job well, my sweet.” She added with an agreeing tone.

The Devil: “Mom, there was no requirement for you to dress up like a modest nun…” Was her only reply, finding God’s attire to be…somewhat distasteful for this event, which doesn’t concern their relationship.

God: “Stop pouting, and do this one thing for Celia. This outfit is for us, for tonight. Besides, that bible you hold is completely blank, and the cross necklace is upside down! We’re to play as a priest abusing their power, using me later, having your…” She continued with a lewd, lecturing tone, stopped by her daughter-wife.

Everyone: “…”

Now with a gag in her mouth, the lewd holy being was silenced; at least…for now. Celia did make their outfits, on God’s request. The Devil was dressed up like a priest, a role that she oddly fit pretty well into. Ah, if I knew that God merely asked for these designs…just to have a good roleplay in bed with her daughter tonight…I’d still let Celia make them, but, like, tease and scold God about it. God is legitimately supposed to be the most holy being in existence, after all…