Alan stepped fully into the sunlight, his regalia matching Asmodeus's, but less flashy and in the opposite colours. The two looked at each other, as if they were the ones getting married.
For a short while, nobody moved or made a noise. The man who'd slept for three years after the glorious victory stood alive. His scarred face softened into the biggest smile as he took the final step onto the altar.
"My dear sister, my lovely nieces. It's great to see you all looking so pretty and graceful."
Avandar met him halfway, the old king's eyes wide and half-misted with tears and glassy before he laughed. A hearty laugh as if forgetting he was a monarch. He gripped Alan's arm like a father welcoming back a son and guided him towards the empty officiant's place.
"Let us do this together, my brother."
Asmodeus could only stare, golden eyes trembling for a moment before he forced himself to breathe.
He's here. He's alive… I'm so glad, but who?He showed no sign of awakening before!
