FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 115: THE VIXIANTE PARA (3)

Chapter 115: THE VIXIANTE PARA (3)

Arella was having a hard time breathing from how much holy power was being pushed into her body by whoever was speaking in her mind. She felt suffocated, and although she knew that she had to answer with anything other than her real name, she could feel it slipping through the cracks of her well guarded self.

As if the one who had asked the question was trying to unravel the answer directly from her, the holy power was pushed into her even more. It felt like the pressure intensified when they realized that Arella was not going to answer her.

Their holy power filled every inch of her body, threatening to tear her apart. Arella gasped, her knees nearly buckling under the force. It did not feel like just an interrogation anymore.

"What are you?" Arella managed to grit out, instead of giving an answer.

Of course, she had a clue of who it was. It was instinctive once more and she knew that the Foreverwatcher wasn’t merely asking a question. He would not hesitate to kill her if she gave an unsatisfactory answer.

’You do not get to ask the questions here, child,’ the voice spoke once more. The voice in her mind had turned sharper, and the weight of its scrutiny was unbearable. It was no longer demanding an answer. If she did not give a satisfactory answer, it would be extracted from her very being. She could feel it pulling at her essence, trying to force the truth out of her lips.

Arella bit her tongue, the sharp sting steeling her resolve.

She could not answer with anything other than Arella, but if she let the answer get torn from her unwilling lips, she and Haniel would be exposed. Neither of them would leave this place alive.

The air around Arella crackled with divine power, and it filled the darkness. Then, she was standing in front of a mirror again, looking at her reflection. A single crack had splintered across the surface, and was quickly spreading down, to the base of the mirror.

Shards of silvered glass flew outward, but instead of hitting the ground, they hovered mid air, glinting in the darkness. The fractured pieces reflected thousands of different versions of reality, countless possibilities flickering within them.

One showed Varziel, reaching for her.

Another showed Velmoria, screaming.

And another showed her body, back in her world, lying on a bed with her brother fighting those intruders together with some demons. Her body lay on the bed, eyes closed, motionless. ’This is your truth.’ The voice spoke in Arella’s mind once more.

Before Arella could think up an answer, the floating shards of the mirror rushed toward her. Arella barely had time to react before they pierced into her skin, her chest, her arms, and her very soul. A scream ripped from her throat, and the ground around Arella disappeared once more, and she was falling, and falling.

Arella sat up with a gasp, clutching tightly on the edges of her wings. The air in the Hall of Eternity crackled with divine power and the weight of the holy power pressed down on Arella like a shackle.

Arella glanced around her, and noticed that beside her, Haniel was kneeling on one knee, his hand pressed to his chest. His halo had disappeared from his head at some point, and Arella even spotted a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

’You have awoken, child.’ The voice she had been hearing spoke up in her mind once more. Arella’s eye twitched as she slowly lifted her head, looking up at the figure that was descending from the Eye that hovered above them.

Her chest tightened, her borrowed body struggled to withstand the pressure of the Foreverwatcher’s Holy power. ’This other child had begun to worry that you had moved on to the next life.’

The Foreverwatcher’s voice was low, and gentler than it had seemed in her dream. If Arella had to use a word to describe The Foreverwatcher, it would be ’Holy’.

Yes. That was ironic for an angel to use to describe another angel, but it was the word that fit him best.

The first thing Arella noticed upon seeing the Foreverwatcher was his wings spanned over twice his form. In the place of normal feathers were layers upon layers of shifting light that looked like they had been woven from the sun. The feathers shimmered, constantly changing in color and texture, sometimes golden, sometimes pure white and at times almost translucent.

The edges of his wings blurred between solid and ethereal, as if they existed in all states at once.

And then there was the Foreverwatcher.

His mortal form was not enough to hide the divine presence.

He was tall, and would obviously tower above all the angels knew back at home. The robes he wore flowed like liquid silk, composed of divine threads that glowed just like his wings did. The robes were a pure white color, a pure white color that was embroidered with runes that slithered over the surface of the clothes.

His eyes were a striking gold color with skin that was radiant and glowing. His hair fell down his back like threads of spun gold.

His gaze shifted, and his gaze landed on her.

Under his scrutiny, Arella felt seen.

Not as Kratel, not even as Arella.

She felt the weight of every life she had ever lived, every choice she had ever made, every path she had ever taken. Being under his gaze was excruciating.

"You have awoken, child,’ the Foreverwatcher spoke again, his voice seemingly woven into the very air itself. He was no longer speaking in her mind, but speaking out loud.

Haniel was shaking beside Arella, and though he remained on one knee, he looked up, "We apologize for intruding in this holy place, I just... we were searching for..."

The Foreverwatcher tilted his head slightly, as if considering Haniel’s words. He finally finished his descent, and came to a stop in front of the two angels. His robes shifted with his movement, the script that hovered above the surface pulsating slightly.

Then, he lifted his hand.

It was long-fingered and graceful, but like his wings, did not seem entirely bound by reality. For a brief moment, Arella thought she saw a thousand hands, each existing in a different moment of time, some before, some after.

As he reached forward, his hand aligned back to one, and the chains that they had left behind them lashed out again, coiling around her wrists, ankles and waist, binding her in place and forcing her to remain absolutely still as his fingers brushed against her forehead.

"Let us see."

His fingers were cool, and for a brief second, Arella was sure nothing had happened, and nothing was going to happen.

And then...

Light burst through her, unravelling her from the inside out. Memories that were not her own filtered into her mind. Those of the lives she had lived, those of everything she had ever gone through. It ripped through her and he peeled apart every layer of her existence in the process.

Arella let out an ear piercing scream as the world fractured around her.

Suddenly, she was everywhere.

She was a child, laughing as she ran through golden halls, her siblings chasing after her.

She was an angel, wielding a sword against an enemy she did not recognize.

She was a demon, fighting against creatures she had never seen before.

She was a human, wasting away in a useless and pointless life.

She was a creature, not made by the lands, but made by human hand, and given the consiousness of one who lived.

She was all of them.

And she was none of them.

She was nowhere.

Then, a hand grabbed her wrist, and the visions shattered. Arella gasped, blinking rapidly, as her soul was thrown back into the reality she did not belong to.

She had lost all the feeling in her limbs, and her fingers were trembling.

The Foreverwatcher was still before her, but his eyes were not filled with the same cold authority as before.

"This is unprecedented." He spoke to no one.

"I never wanted to be here." Arella gasped out. All her past lives were mingling in her mind, messing with what she really knew to be true.

Who was she really?

"But that child wanted you to come here. That is why he sacrificed so much for this moment, for the moment I would meet you." The Foreverwatcher sighed, "what a fool."

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