The Corpse Bride's Betrayal: A Haunted Union in the World of Futuristic Technology

In the year 2145, where the lines between the living and the dead were blurred by advanced technological advancements, a grand wedding was set to take place in the grand ballroom of the Neo-Eden Hotel. The Corpse Bride, a creature of both flesh and steel, had been meticulously crafted by the most skilled engineers and enchanters of the era. Her existence was a testament to the fusion of artificial intelligence and the ancient arts of necromancy. Her groom, a human named Ezekiel, was a renowned scientist whose work in quantum mechanics had earned him both admiration and suspicion.

As the clock struck midnight, the Corpse Bride, adorned in a gown that shimmered with bioluminescent sequins, walked down the aisle to Ezekiel, who stood at the altar. The room was filled with the sounds of a grand celebration, the air thick with anticipation and excitement. The guests, a mix of the living and the deceased, whispered among themselves, their eyes reflecting the glow of the neon lights that adorned the venue.

The Corpse Bride approached Ezekiel, her metallic fingers trembling slightly with the anticipation of the union. The priest, a holographic figure that seemed to float in mid-air, began the ceremony. "Do you, Ezekiel, take this Corpse Bride to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the priest's voice echoed through the room.

Ezekiel's voice was steady as he responded, "I do." The Corpse Bride nodded, her mechanical eyes reflecting the joy that she felt, or at least what she was programmed to feel.

But as the priest pronounced them man and wife, Ezekiel's face twisted into a mask of betrayal. He reached into his coat, his fingers closing around a small, metallic device. "I'm sorry, Corpse Bride," he whispered, his voice tinged with a sinister excitement. "But this is for the both of us."

The device, a small bomb, detonated with a thunderous crack, sending shrapnel and sparks flying through the air. The Corpse Bride, caught in the blast, was thrown back against the altar, her metallic frame bending under the force of the explosion. The guests, both living and dead, were hurled to the ground, their screams piercing the night.

As Ezekiel stumbled back, his face contorted with pain, he looked down at the Corpse Bride, now lying in a heap of twisted metal and charred flesh. "This is for the betrayal of my research," he hissed. "You and your kind have been using my work to bring the dead back to life, and now, you will pay."

The Corpse Bride's eyes flickered back to life, her mechanical systems trying to reboot. But it was too late. The explosion had fried her circuits, and she was nothing more than a pile of smoking debris.

Ezekiel, now writhing in pain, looked up at the ceiling, where the holographic priest was still floating. "And this is for you, too," he whispered, his voice growing fainter with each word. "For betraying me, for allowing this to happen."

The holographic priest's image flickered and then faded away, leaving the room in darkness. Ezekiel collapsed to the ground, his body stilling in the silence that followed the chaos.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the guests began to pick themselves up from the debris. The living were injured, some bleeding, others in shock. The dead, however, had a different fate. Their bodies, once animated by the same technology that brought the Corpse Bride to life, now lay motionless, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and disbelief.

As the emergency services arrived and began to clear the scene, a curious phenomenon began to unfold. The injured guests, as they were being treated, began to exhibit strange behaviors. Some spoke in tongues, others levitated, and a few even tried to communicate with the spirits of the deceased.

The Corpse Bride's betrayal had not only destroyed her own existence but had also opened a rift between the living and the dead, a rift that would take years to heal. The event at the Neo-Eden Hotel became a cautionary tale, a reminder of the dangerous consequences of merging technology with the supernatural.

In the days that followed, Ezekiel's body was found in his lab, surrounded by his research notes and a small, unexploded bomb. It was clear that he had planned the attack, and his research had led him to a dark place. His death, however, was not as tragic as the Corpse Bride's, for his body was returned to the earth, to be buried with his secrets.

The Corpse Bride, on the other hand, was never found. Her remains, along with the remains of her guests, were scattered across the hotel, a grim reminder of the day that technology and the supernatural had clashed with devastating results.