In the Eyes of Gods and Men
By Feral Sephrian
“Groom’thulu.” That was Ryan’s nickname for me leading up to the wedding. “It’s like the male version of Bridezilla,” he explained. “Except you’re both grooms, so you’re Groom’thulu.”
I would have taken offense at that, but the truth is he was right. I had been obsessing about this ever since Caleb and I had made it official. What my brother failed to realize that the difference between a “traditional” Christian wedding and a Pagan wedding was the latter would incorporate five different pantheons that all needed their own preparations. Due to Caleb’s and my involvement with Celtic deities, it would be a primarily Celtic affair, but we had friends attending who were Ásatrú, Hellenic, Kemetic, and Native American. That didn’t include the shrin
