Impending Nuptials [Ambriel, Davian and OPEN to reactions]
A serious-looking monk in simple robes had made its appearance by the pulpit, regarding the gathering crowd slowly. The eyes of Brother Nikolaos were filled with a quiet wonder and, while the people found their seats, he closed his eyes, thanking his Lord that he could be here. Not all the guests were religiously inclined, and in fact some questioned how a demon and an angel had agreed upon having a priest officiate at all, but his presence was more than a tradition, more than a deluded and misunderstood faith. This man was the person who found and raised Ambriel since his mysterious appearance in Greece years ago.
As if there was a secret sign, the crowd hushed just when the string quartet started playing Pachebel's Canon in D. The first members of the wedding party appeared at the beginning of the makeshift aisle.
As everyone had assumed their places, Brother Nikolaos cleared his throat and spoke with a surprisingly melodious voice, his English nearly flawless if quite accented. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..."