"Deathwatch," announced Blackmore, as his right-hand man returned to the castle, "We're going to a wedding, yessir."
"A wedding?" mused Deathwatch. His knowledge of human relationships, the concept of matrimony and anything related to biological engagements had long since faded from his mind. "Hmm, that should prove...interesting."
Aeon shrugged. "If it gives me a chance to ogle some chick's cleavage, I'm all for it."
Grinning his usual manic smile - which was, itself, a pleasantly awful mixture of handsome style and nightmare fuel - Blackmore snapped his fingers. The group was transported - leaving the castle on automatic pilot mode - to Kallen and RMZX's side.
"Are you the, quote-unquote, lucky couple?"