Your POV
Tonight is my wedding or as I like to call it my death day, for I will be dead inside after this event. I was dressed in a black dress with red lace on the collar, hem, sleeves, and my veil with black boots and red gauntlets. A bouquet of red and black roses filled my hand. It was time to walk down the aisle. I walked slowly towards my doom, tears threatning to spill in front of my vision. I stood next to Zalgo and we said our vows. Now we just had to kiss and we would be binded together by marriage. But we had to do something I never thought I would have to do for a wedding. According to the priest we had to "bind our blood together." Zalgo produced a knife and cut his hand. He grabbed my hand and sliced it. I watched as my blood poured out of the wound. We stuck our hands together and I could almost feel his demon blood being sucked into my hand. And then the priest said "You may now kiss the bride."
Zalgo chuckled and kissed me. I knew from then on I couldn't marry Laughing Jack because I was now married to the King of the Creepypastas.