Toronto, Canada
The next day, completely unaware that a disaster wearing a dead woman's face had arrived in Aurelia… Ambrose and the others portalled to Toronto for an important event in Gabriel's life.
Or rather, his brother Tristan's life.
It was finally the day of his wedding with Adriana.
The pair were tying the knot at the church Gabriel's mother attended, a large cathedral with huge coloured glass windows depicting murals of saints and religious symbols.
People flooded the church almost solemnly, some exchanging greetings while others gossipped or walked over to the seats reserved for the families of the bride and groom.
Among the crowd, somewhere in the back were Ambrose, Devon and Viktor. The SS-Rank carried Orion in his arms, father and son donning black suits.
Viktor wore a snow white suit, slowly lowering his phone as they entered the holy house.
"Where's Valentine and Loki?" He whispered, trying to look past the eyes suddenly moving in their direction.
