The wedding ceremony was grand, and for the two uninvited guests that followed Anatole's trail to this region, it was a return to the opulent days of genuine Monarchs and Noblemen. With the nuptials now finished, it was time for the reception. It was as magnificent if not moreso than the wedding itself as the guests mingled in their masquerade costumes, each one more extravagant than the next.
The masks of pure gold or silver were encrusted with precious jewels and just one of those masks alone could have easily fed a peasant's family for a year The costumes were just as lavish, made of the finest silks, satins and lace, the men regal in their attire, the women queenly in theirs’.
Tradition dictated that the wedding party was to be held in a very respectably sized Keep, as grand as the Noble could afford. Some were far grander with a far greater amount of servants and peasants to work the land as Land was power and if a Lord, Lady, Baron or Baroness could fill that land with workers, they were afforded more influence and respect as well as the monetary gains to come from it.
Before their family, friends and guests, the groom had just taken the ceremonial knife that he was going to use to slice into the cake and instead unexplicably sliced into his new bride's throat! With one fell swoop, he had severed their wedding bond and her windpipe. The blood that sprayed was a sight, a veritable geyser and the look in her eyes was even more entertaining for the two uninvited guests. It was that of surprise, shock and the realization that she was dying and would be dead within seconds.
The slaughter was a beautiful thing to watch, at least for Hawke and Viper who feigned the very real shock and horror that the invited guests were witness to. It was Dementation at it's finest. And as the chaos ensued, Viper and Hawke made their way over to a buffet table that had been generously splattered by the bride's blood and unseen by anyone, picked up a couple of hor douvres soaked in it and proceeded to eat them.
"Fancy that, she was a virgin"
"Good times luv, so many virgins to be had"
That remark raised an eyebrow from Viper prompting Hawke to savor the next hor douvre. "For our kind, to feast upon" he grinned, realizing where her mind had gone.
"Mmmhmmm, nice save m'luv" she smiled back as she helped herself to one more.
"Wasn't it?" Hawke chuckled then picking up a clean linen, he wiped his hands and dabbed his lips before withdrawing his sword from the scabbard on his back."Shall we finish this?"
Drawing her own sword from the sheath hidden beneath her cloak, Viper smiled a sadistic smile as she gazed up through feral eyes into Hawke's "Thought you'd never ask"