"Do you take Harper Silvia as your wife?" Nolan showed no hesitation.
"Yes, yes I do." Harper smiled at Nolan as a tear of joy ran down her cheek.
"Do you take Nolan Najatarika as your husband?" Just like Nolan, Harper showed no hesitation.
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride." Harper and Nolan kissed deeply. They couldn't believe this was their moment, finally arrived. They were finally getting married.
SCREEEAAACCHHH!
BOOOM! CRASH!
They both turned around to see a black portal opening up, and out came… the Sandeth. They crawled across the floor with their long tongues, searching around the area like a blind person's cane. They didn't have eyes, so they used their tongues to see. Nolan's face paled, until he heard another thing.
SCHWASHHHCH!
One of the creature's heads fell off, and a black liquid bled out of the stump. Five men walked through the portal—two of which were Sandeth, two were Thelek, and one was human.
"What in the derkus ass?" one of the Thelek said. "Why am I alive? I'm dead. I was literally on my deathbed," the Thelek added.
Nolan finally spoke up. "Who are you? And what do you want?"
One of the Sandeth stepped forward. "Well, uhm… that human guy is named Winston, the other Sandeth is Throgond, I'm Dalthrek, aaaaand I don't know the rest."
The human facepalmed and pushed the Sandeth aside. "Those Thelek are Orkus and Uthark."
Nolan's eyes widened. "Sandeth? Is this intended as satire? Such creatures were sealed away 1,000 years ago!"
The human's eyes widened accordingly.