FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 102: THE WRATH OF THE ANGEL OF WATER

Chapter 102: THE WRATH OF THE ANGEL OF WATER

Arella was the second child to a well known angel couple.

Camael, son of Raziel and Lailah, daughter of Akrasiel. They were one of the few angel couples in the last few hundred millenia who had sired more than one child.

Therefore, Arella was doted on so painfully, and grew up to be a spoiled brat.

It would be more fitting to say that she was raised with little to no expectation to ever struggle in life. She could fight to protect herself, could speak up for herself, and could fend for herself. That was how she had been raised.

Her father, despite being one of the high lords, ensured that she was trained in the art of battle, but never trained in the art of suffering.

Her mother, on the other hand, was the stick. She punished Arella whenever she made a mistake, and was the main reason why the angel was as hardheaded and strong willed as she was. After all. She was her mother’s daughter.

At this moment, Arella’s lay in one of the chambers in the lower rooms of the palace. Her eyes were shut, and on her skin, black lines ran down to her fingertips. Castiel stood above her, holding his staff, his holy energy pouring out of it. Although he felt like he was doing something utterly useless, he continued to try and heal her.

If she died, then his mother and father would wreak havoc on the demon realm. That was something that Castiel was sure of. Hovering around him was a tiny demon, an incubus he believed, and behind him were three other demons, dressed as maids, who held weapons and guarded the door.

Although Castiel was not fully trustful of the demons, he was still thankful that he could turn his back and work on healing his sister without being scared that he was going to be attacked by someone from the back.

"Come on Ella, why are you not waking up?" He muttered as he continued to try to heal her body.

However, no matter what he did, the black lines did not stop spreading, up her arms and underneath her clothes.

Castiel was getting more and more frustrated with the whole situation.

Castiel gritted his teeth, frustration bleeding into his voice. "This doesn’t make sense. My healing should be working." His fingers curled tighter around his staff as more holy light poured into Arella’s body, yet the inky black lines only seemed to writhe in response, crawling up her throat like creeping vines.

One of the demon maids shifted uneasily. "She’s getting worse," she murmured. Her skin was light, almost white, without an ounce of color on it and Castiel had noticed that there were scales running down her neck and arms.

"I know that," Castiel snapped, before forcing himself to take a breath. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions get the better of him. He needed to think.

The black lines...

They weren’t just injuries. They weren’t bruises, nor were they burns from dark magic. If anything, they reacted when his healing touched them, recoiling for a brief moment before continuing their spread.

Arella had used up most of her holy power to try and heal herself, and still fight in the process.

It had been enough to slow it. Or was something different happening in his sister’s body. He groaned, and ran a hand down his face as his frustration boiled over. He had been trying to heal Arella for what felt like hours, and nothing was working. If anything, the veins continued to spread. Was it because she had exhausted too much of her own power? Was it the attack in itself?

He didn’t have time to figure it out.

A sudden crash from outside the chamber sent a violent ripple through the room.

The demon maids snapped to attention, gripping their weapons tightly. The incubus hovering nearby gripped tightly to his whip, his small tail and wings flaring.

Castiel whipped around just as the heavy doors shuddered from a second impact.

Someone—or something—was trying to break in.

The pale-skinned maid with the scales let out a low hiss. "They’ve made it inside the palace."

"Protect the queen!" The maid with red skin and short horns shouted just as another boom reverberated through the room.

This time, the doors buckled inward and unfamiliar voices rang outside the room.

Then, the doors burst open and two figures stepped through the threshold.

They wore strange armor, sleek and black with faint lines running up their skin. Their helmets were smooth, featureless, with only a thin lens emitting a blue light.

Castiel’s grip tightened on his staff, and he stood, as the maids formed a defense pattern in front of him.

"Lord Castiel," The shortest out of all the maids gave him a glance, "Please concentrate on healing the queen. We will work on protecting the both of you from these intruders."

Castiel glanced down at his sister. Then stood up straight, "There is nothing more I can do for her. She is already fighting to heal herself from whatever injury was inflicted on her."

Castiel stepped forward, moving past the demon maids to stand between Arella and the intruders. If his healing wasn’t working, then he would fight. He had no patience left to play defensive. His sister lay vulnerable behind him, and these intruders had forced their way inside, ignoring all barriers.

The taller of the two attackers stepped forward, raising an arm. A blade flickered into existence—a long, curved weapon that hummed softly with energy. Castiel barely had a second to react before the enemy lunged.

Castiel jerked back, barely avoiding the blade as it slashed through the air where his throat had been. Too fast. The intruder pressed forward, striking again, and Castiel raised his staff just in time to block.

The impact sent a jolt through his arms. The blade didn’t cut through his staff, but he could feel the power behind it.

This intruder was strong.

Meanwhile, the second figure dashed toward the bed.

Arella.

"No, you don’t!" The red skinned demon shouted and intercepted, her twin daggers flashing as she lashed out at the intruder’s side.

But the strike barely scratched the armor the intruder wore. They didn’t even flinch.

Instead, the intruder backhanded her, and the force of the slap sent the maid crashing into the wall. She choked, blood spurting from her mouth, but before the enemy could finish her off—

The scaled maid drove her spear through its chest.

For a moment, Castiel felt a surge of relief...

Then, horror as he noticed that the intruder did not fall.

The spear was lodged deep, but there was no blood. Instead, rectangular blobs of light appeared there and golden letters appeared over the intruder’s head.

The figure simply turned its head toward the maid. Then punched her straight through the stomach.

With a sharp gasp, she crumpled down to the floor.

"Damn it!" Castiel swung his staff, channeling a burst of holy energy. The golden light collided with the first intruder, sending them staggering back.

But it wasn’t enough.

The demon maids were skilled, but their weapons barely hurt these things. Castiel knew he had to change his approach—had to use everything he had.

His grip on his staff **tightened.**

His wings flared.

Then, with a roar, he **unleashed** his power.

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S/T: In an alternate universe

Lysia: (In a dramatic way) They have made it inside the palace (Mock faints)

Xyra: (Rolls her eyes) No shit sherlock.

Solenne: (Smacks Xyra over the back of her head) Where did you hear such language? Do not speak it in front of an angel.

Castiel: (Looks away as if he cannot see anything. Whistles to prove that he cannot hear anything)

Xyra: See. He does not mind. It is not as if I spoke of waging war to the angels, now is it?

Lysia: (Gasps) Oh no! He _can_ hear us! We’ve been compromised!

Xyra: (Deadpan) Wow, the angel who is in the room with us can hear us? Who would have thought?

Solenne: (Groans) By the heavens, grant me patience...

Castiel: (Smirks) The heavens are a bit busy at the moment. Would you like me to leave a request?

Lysia: Oh yes, please! Tell them to smite my enemies first.

Xyra: Lysia, you don’t even have enemies.

Lysia: (Proudly) That’s what they think.

Solenne: (Muttering) Why do I even try?

Castiel: (Crosses his arms) A valid question, truly.

Xyra: So, what are we actually going to do about the palace being invaded?

Lysia: (Shrugs) Oh, I don’t know. We could panic dramatically?

Solenne: We could stop wasting time and deal with it like actual warriors.

Castiel: (Sighs) And here I thought demons were supposed to be the chaotic ones.

Xyra: (Grinning) Oh, we are. But that doesn’t mean we can’t also be entertaining.

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