Book 4: Here Comes the Bride

Michael

I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been in this cathedral over the course of my short life. The dark stone walls echo even the smallest whisper, and the ancient stained glass sends shadows instead of snowy sunlight into the cavernous space.

I wouldn’t consider vampires a very religious bunch. Some follow the same teachings the shifters do–the Moon Goddess and Her lessons, Her gifts, and whatnot, but not most. Others believe in ancient gods. Some worship the devil.

Maybe back in the history of my family’s time in this castle, my ancestors used to hold services here. Mom occasionally comes to sit quietly and pray in the dusty, shaded pews, but otherwise this place is a skeleton of a time long passed.

But today… It’s lovely and warm. The air is fragrant with the scents of flowers resting in massive bouquets arranged on columns and pillars, with white roses strung on twine hanging from the pews, making the cathedral look like a s