Till Death Do We Part

Weddings. They mean a lot to people. Its the day some one gives away his daughter so that she may become a wife. On that day the groom truly becomes a man because now he has a family to protect and provide for. The parents on both sides are left with a hole in their hearts because this thing that they have raised and loved for years is just up and leaving their lives with no regrets and they don't have a choice to be sad about it. The only acceptable emotion is happiness for the newly weds. In preparation for the wedding the Maid of Honor is pushed to her limits trying to organize so many things on behalf of the bride, to top it all off she has to make a bunch of women work together to pick matching dresses that can be "shortened and worn again". The Best Man and the Groom gather with all of their friends and mourn the loss of a single man but somehow still encourage him as he steps into this new phase of life.
Sounds like torture to me.
Today I have decided to crash a wedding and I don't mean I am here to pick up desperate brides maids. No, I have something special in mind for the bride and groom.
Everything is set. The groom is waiting at the alter, the brides maids and grooms men have all filled their spots and all that's left is for daddy to walk the bride down the isle. This is where I come in.
Oh, and I would just like to say that the old myth of "demons cannot enter churches" is totally false. I am sitting here in a room in the back of the church with the bride. I didn't burst into flames or anything!
The bride finally comes over to the door ready to walk down the isle. She notices her father is not here. Then she notices me. Perfect. She looks confused. I think I will enlighten her.
"Hello there my dear, You seem a little confused as to why I am back here and daddy isn't. Well, daddy isn't coming and you aren't walking down that isle. I will make sure to alert the congregation of the sudden change in plans." I inform her.
"Who are you? Why would you say such a horrible thing? Where is my father?" She rambles as panic and confusion set in. I get up and walk toward her, she runs to the door and starts pulling on the handle. I have locked all the doors and windows and she is in to much of a panic to remember how a lock works. I smile thinking about how stupid the prey can become. As she finds herself cornered she drops to the floor and cries, ruining the hours and hours that she spent on her make-up.
Now I put a lot of thought into how I was going to kill her. Seriously, I Googled "Best ways to kill a bride". I actually got results. None of them were all that interesting though, most of them were accidents. Seriously, how do you get drug to death by your horse and carriage because your dress got caught in the wheel when you fell? Humans are insane.
So I decided on the most inhumane but still timely mannered way possible. A "Blood Eagle". Confused? Good. Here is the Wiki description of it:  The blood eagle is a ritualized method of execution, detailed in late skaldic poetry. Featuring in Norse Sagas, the condemned prisoner would have their spine column exposed and then their ribs severed from the spine and pulled open (to resemble wings). Finally the lungs were exposed (and in some instances covered in salt) to complete the torture and lead to the death of the prisoner. There is a continuing debate about whether the ritual was a literary invention, a mistranslation of the original texts or an actual historical practice.^[

I am going to practice it today so that makes it authentic enough for me. I grab the bride by her hair and throw her to the floor, I pin her down as I rip the back of her dress open and start tearing into her flesh. It doesn't take long for me to reach her spine. Her pure white dress now has long tendrils of blood stained into it. I love how impure and unclean it is now. I reach into her and start breaking her ribs backwards. She is screaming her lungs out- get it? Lungs out?
Eh, never mind. People are beating on the doors trying to get in. I have to hurry this up a little. I rush the breaking of the ribs and then I locate her heart, I am going a little off script for this case. I remove her heart from her chest and leave it on her exposed spinal column. I tack a note to it for the husband. It read:
"One way or another, you were going to have her heart."
I unlock the doors and sneak out the back of the church, there are people out there too but they are all in a hurry to get inside the room that they don't notice me all that much. I am already in the parking lot and heading for my bike (No car, not yet anyways) when a strange feeling washes over me. I sense a soul. Not like the everyday souls of those around me, this one is different. Its more primal. The beastly instincts pulsate with the soul waves themselves. Instantly I crave that form of soul essence. I cannot pursue it today though, I have done one to many flashy things today. Dang it. I flee the scene as I replay the sounds of her ribs cracking in my mind. Ah, today was a good day.

~Soul