Bring on the shots and the strippers!
I'm the ruler of Hel as well as a demon-controlled section of North America.
I'm also in charge of elven labor relations, and a bachelorette party.
The bachelorette party thing is kinda cool, but the bridesmaid dress I'm being forced to wear isn't, and neither is the fact that Gabe is going to be the one walking me down the aisle. If we make it to the altar without either of us killing the other or being struck by divine lighting, it'll be a damned miracle.
Worse, my adopted angel, Lux, has misunderstood his duties in the upcoming nuptials and this isn't a problem I can brush under the rug.