[ WP ] You find an old but very expensive looking ring in the trap of the sink . As you just finish shining it up , your SO walks in to see you on your knee with ring in-hand .

It was a strange thing, you thought at first, but you decided theorizing about how the ring came to be in the sink trap of your newly-purchased home was n't worth the effort. 
 
 Finding it during a routine check of the pipes - your apartment in college had taught you to always check sinks, toilets, and air vents for costly surprises - you tried to examine it, but found it difficult through the many years worth of sludge and grime that had accrued on its surface. 
 
 Reassembling the sink, you rinsed the ring off thoroughly to reveal a ruby set in silver. Kneeling down, you reached into the pile of assorted cleaners and chemicals, grabbed the silver polish, and set to truly making it shine. 
 
 Just as you finished, your soon-to-be-wife walked through the door to your immediate left. She stared at you a moment, down on one knee with a ring in hand, then covered her mouth as she let out an amused laugh. You always loved it when she did that. 
 
 `` Proposing again?'' She asked, cupping your hand in hers. You both examined the ring together, noting its decidedly feminine appearance - the thin, round silver band, the vine-like flourishes wrapping around the base of the gem - and almost supernatural beauty. It was of far better quality than the relatively cheap engagement ring you'd given her just a few months ago, and you wondered if you should n't consider making this her new, official engagement ring. 
 
 `` Would you accept again?'' You replied, slipping the ring onto her finger with a smile. 
 
 She returned the smile, gleaming rows of porcelain teeth shining down at you. Did she always have such... disarrayed teeth? You could've sworn her dentist father had taken care of that at an early age. And how sharp! Even her molars were jagged, meant for piercing - why were they so visible? Perhaps it was her protruding... snout? 
 
 Small horns erupted from her temples, curving around to nearly cover her eyebrows, which burst into flames that never stopped burning. Her forehead, too, sprouted horn - these thicker, longer, angrier, curving upward and towards the back of her head. Her eyes, once the softest shade of blue, were now all black. 
 
 Steam erupts from her nostrils as she exhales, her grip on your outstretched hand becoming impossibly tight. Her muscles ripple as she seizes you by the neck, lifting you up to bore her deadened eyes deep into your soul. 
 
 `` Oh, I do,'' your betrothed sneers darkly, her deep, booming voice shaking the walls and shattering the windows. `` And I know just the perfect place to elope.'' 
 
 She stamps a hoof on the floor, shattering the tile beneath it, and the foundation further down. Soon, the very ground beneath the crumbling house begins to tear apart. Gripping you firmly by the neck, she jumps down into the rift, and you plummet together into the bowels of the earth.
