An old friend

As you charge the dark lord you realize you are in the center of a vast room thousands of undead creatures fill stadium seats around you. The dark lord stands by a small shiny onyx altar. As you get close he turns to you. You gasp. He is the man from the vision when you donned your armor, he is your dream mentor.

You grasp the hilt of your blade and try to pull it out.

He rasps, "Welcome my betrothed. How like you my gifts?"

You reach him. One swing of your sword and you could end him, but it simply won't come out. You pull with all your might and it stays put.

He laughs a hearty laugh.

You aren't done yet. You slip your hand in your pouch. You know the shining stone can destroy him and you mean to shove it down his throat. You take it in your fist and swing at him.

Suddenly your armor feels heavy. He catches your hand and forces you to a knee, your hand open. The shining stone sitting in your palm.

"Thank you, my bride." He pulls the stone from your hand.

The armor feels like it weighs more than steel plate, you try to stand but it is simply too much.

You watch as the dark lord take the shining stone in his hand. He closes his fist upon it and seems to squeeze. His hand lights up. Bright white light streams from the stone. He mumbles something in a language you do not know. The light from his hands changes to a sickly red. As he holds it it darkens and seems to glow blackness.

Akarra sexily saunters to the altar a few feet away from you.

You try to stand again. Triumph! You manage to get up. You swing you left hand at the dark lord hoping to catch him off guard. He grabs your hand and slides something onto your finger.

Your armor feels light again. You examine yourself. Your armor has become an ornate blood red dress. It has a train behind it, yet is lacy and low cut revealing most of your back and sides as well as an impressive amount of cleavage. The collar is eye high and surrounds the back two thirds of your head. You feel your blonde hair which is up in some kind of elaborate hairdo.

Akarra begins speaking and it draws your eyes forward. Your jaw drops when you see the ring upon your finger. The stone set in the ring is the shining stone, or at least what is left of it. It is now a five sided ruby of immense size. As you stare at it you realize there is an imperfection in the stone. The imperfection looks like a black human skull. You turn your head and the eyes of the skull seem to follow you.

Akarra touches your shoulder. "Time to say I do, dear."

"I do?"

Akarra's voice booms. "I now pronounce you bonded, your essences bound for all eternity. My lord, you may fuck your bride."