The gown was white.

And the blood?

Purple.

I look to my to-be wife, Lilly, her eyes distraught as an arrow sticks from her chest. I see them change shades as she clutches her chest in pain. Tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

What the fuck was she?

“Baby?” I hear her silky voice say.

I look up from her wound to see one of her hands raised out to me.

“Baby.” She says again. “It’s not what you think.”

I didn’t even know what I thought. I’ve never seen anything bleed purple before much less that anything being the woman I’ve been in love with for the past three years.

I open my mouth to speak but a yell from the crowd stops me.

“WATCH OUT!”

Another arrow comes barreling towards. I instinctively push Lilly away, receiving the blow into my shoulder and letting out a scream.

Then I watch as she changes. Her body warping and shredding her dress to reaveal two more sets of arms and iridescent skin beginning to spread across her body. Ending at her now black filmed eyes.

What the hell did I almost marry?