The God of death

Amiya Benebough woke up early.

Just as she woke up, she noticed the others also waking up. 

And once everyone was up, they had a shower. Separate rooms-

Separate preparations. 

Separate resolutions.

And finally-

Dressed up-

Or rather, were dressed up. 

And-

"Ready?" She said, looking around.

Four brides including her.

Two of whom were already married but they were going to get married again today. 

Cause-

Why not?

Everyone had different dresses.

Marie wore a red velvet one-piece dress. "Of course!"

To her right, Lisbeth wore an open-back azure dress with crystal thorns and roses.  "Indeed."

Nalia wore beige- but with so many frills, she forgot to count for a moment. "It's now or never!" She giggled- "That was corny but I always wanted to say it." Definitely excited 

They all giggled.

And finally-

Amiya-

Wore- 

All black.