Location: Private Estate Airstrip – Morning
Three black jets rose into the sky—one carrying the queens, the others Damon and his circle.
Destination: Kuroshiro Peak, Japan.
The final wedding venue.
A mountaintop citadel invisible to human eyes. Carved into clouds. Blessed by old gods. Guarded by ley lines.
It would be their altar.
But before vows and war, before gold and fire…
They needed to dress like kings.
Scene: Zeke, Rico, and Damon – Custom Atelier, Tokyo
The atelier was closed to the world.
Three floors.
Silk-stained walls.
Twelve tailors.
One purpose:
Suits for the Immortals.
Damon stood tall as golden tape flowed over his shoulders.
Zeke leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed at a fabric scanner.
Rico sipped dark liquor, sleeves rolled, nodding to beats only he could hear.
But despite the luxury, the laughter, the precision—
What passed between them wasn't fashion.
It was memory.
Dialogue – Brothers in Cloth, Blood, and Empire
Zeke:
"You ever think we'd make it to something like this?"
Rico:
"We weren't even supposed to survive, remember?"
Damon (smirking):
"Now we're designing our own legacy. Thread by thread."
Silence fell for a moment.
Then Damon spoke again—quieter this time.
"I know I lead… but I never walk alone."
He looked at them.
Directly. Deeply.
"You're not my best men.
You're my only men.
My family."
Zeke nodded.
Zeke (internal):
I watched him die once.
Now I'll watch him live forever.
And I'll be right beside him.
Rico stepped forward, grinning.
"Guess that makes this a bloodline fitting."
They laughed.
But in their hearts…
They felt something deeper.
Tailor Announcement – Final Selection
Damon's suit: Onyx weave with dragon-scale embossing. Crimson-gold trim. Shadow-stitched with protective runes.
Zeke: Slim obsidian silk with silver lattice codework, wired with passive AI-thread.
Rico: Dark graphite fabric reinforced with armorweave, accented with wolf-fang buttons and twin knives beneath the coat.
Each suit bore the Dracas seal stitched into the lining—"Fire. Blood. Forever."
Final Scene – Damon's Silent Moment
Back at the suite, Damon laid three silk boxes across his bed—one for each bride.
Inside:
Nova's: A diamond bracelet shaped like a shooting star constellation—the night she first said she believed in him.
Arielle's: A custom matte black hypercar—sleek, furious, beautiful—like her.
Elina's: A deed. Her name on a company. Her first empire. A gift of ownership, not jewelry.
He looked out toward the rising sun and whispered:
"You won't marry a man.
You'll marry a dynasty."
And the mountain itself seemed to bow.