FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 126: THE CLOSURE OF THE VOID (2)

Chapter 126: THE CLOSURE OF THE VOID (2)

The moment they reached close to the rift, Arella noticed the thick lines running from the vortex, seeping into their sky. The thick cracks were slowly stretching from the edges of the vortex. They were jagged and glowed with a sick pulsating green light.

Arella had never encountered such a thing before. However, thanks to Kratel’s memories, she immediately realized that the cracks were the vortex trying to tear the very fabric of their realm. In fact, she knew so many things now thanks to the memories she had somehow inherited from him.

The sky seemed to bleed shadows where the cracks were steadily spreading.

Such a thing should not be possible. It was not possible for another world to force open itself into theirs so easily. Unless they had found a loop in the laws of the world.

Arella raised her hand, weaving her fingers through some of the smaller cracks that were visible in the sky. The skin on the area where her fingers touched the cracks tingled, and a dull ache seeped into her skin.

She took back her hand. Clearly, whatever loop they had found only allowed those from their world to fall into theirs and not the other way around.

But how, what prerequisite were they using.

And why? Why their world?

The need to know how they had done it wiggled in Arella’s mind. However, there were more pressing matters.

Arella spared Varziel a glance.

His wings were flared behind him, flapping gently to keep him above ground. He had been staring at her the entire time, waiting for whatever instructions she had for him.

"I want you to follow my lead. What we are going to do will be a temporary closure of whatever this is. We are not strong enough to permanently close it." She looked back at the portal. They had to find the Vixiante Para in this world. That was her best shot at growing back to the strength she had when she was Kratel.

Varziel gave her a curt nod. "Just tell me what you need me to do, my queen."

"You will know what you need to do." She flew close to him, and took his hand in her own. Placing a chaste kiss on his lips, she whispered "thank you for trusting me."

He gave her one of those dimpled smiles, calming whatever nerves were eating at Arella.

She took a steadying breath, eyes reflecting the sickly green light of the cracks. The cracks let out a small crackling sound, as if the rift was attempting to split further.

Arella raised her arm, her fingers weaving through the visible cracks in the sky. Kratel’s memories, those she could clearly remember, passed through her mind.

’*The law of return.*’ The words rose in her mind, notes of a song playing in her mind like a long lost melody, fragments of the ancient knowledge, of the memory, stitching themselves together as if the very world wished to remind her of what she needed to close the anomaly.

This vortex, violated the Law that bound worlds apart. However, it could be revoked, forced to recoil, though temporarily using a rune. They needed pillars of light and pillars of dark to anchor the rune in place.

She extended her hands, raising them up further in the sky. Her staff hummed with Holy Power, and she begun to hum softly.

As if in a trance, Varziel followed her actions. Vhalgrith shifted and grew long, becoming a dark black staff with a red gem at its tip.

"Light of this world, heed me."

"Darkness of this world, heed me." The two of them spoke simultaneously.

Arella’s voice rose in a chant, *By the order of the law of the natural world, I name thee invader, I name thee unbidden.* As she spoke, Varziel’s voice dropped into a low hum. The air vibrated and the cracks flared out with a blinding green flame, then faltered.

A deep rumble echoed through the skies, as the vortex let out a deep pulse. All the attackers who were on the ground ignored the attackers on ground, and those that could fly shot up in the sky.

However, they were held back by Castiel, who cast a rune with the remainder of his power. Although Arella’s back was turned from him, she could tell it was him.

"Castiel no!" Arella shouted without turning her head back. She had looked over his state before they flew. He was weak. Using such a large spell while he was in such a horrid state was going to have some repurcussions. She knew it.

But there was nothing she could do. They had already started their own spell. If they stopped now, she doubted Varziel would have enough power to help her start another.

She grit her teeth, pushing on even as from the corner of her eye, she saw a burst of light. A dome of containment covered the air below where they stood holding back the ascending attackers. They slammed into the barrier like wasps against glass.

A few of them exploded upon impact, disintegrating into motes of light. A few of them clawed at the crackling barrier of light.

Arella continued her chat, "Held back by will, back by law, Advenae non transbunt!"

From Arella’s staff, threads of golden light extended, weaving an intricate lattice in the air. They spiraled outwards, drawing geometric patterns that shimmered and pulsed with her holy power.

"Advenae non transibunt." Varziel chanted with her.

Around Varziel, shadows coiled and slithered into the gem atop of Vhalgrith. The shadows then turned into light that glowed a shade of purple. The light flowed out of the staff, answering the call of his chant, forming dark sigils that mirrored Arella’s pure light ones.

The two energies began to spin together, orbiting in a delicate balance.

The Law of return required both to act in harmony, lest it backfires on them.

Arella’s holy power quickly poured out of her system, and it was all she could do to hold on. Sweat trickled down her brow and in her hands, her staff trembled.

Four cylindrical pillars of light finally erupted from the ground beneath them, piercing through the dome that Castiel had erected without shattering it. The pillars of light impaled the sky with their brilliance, sending out light so bright the demon realm looked like the angel realm for a second.

As if in response to her pillars, dark jagged obsidian obelisks followed not too long after. They were dark black and jagged at the edges. They groaned and shuddered as they rose to the sky, only stopping just when they were height level with the cylindrical ones.

The pattern Arella and Varziel had been working on was complete.

A burning circle of silver and blood red rotated in the sky, like a clock made from raw power. The runes glowed brighter with each second, feeding off of the balance between Arella and Varziel’s magic.

The cracks screamed now, and golden letters lit up behind the net that Arella and Varziel had weaved together with their powers.

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.’

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.’

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.’

’UNAUTHORIZED INTERFERENCE DETECTED.’

’ATTEMPTING TO REDIRECT.’

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.’

’REDIRECT FAIL.’

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION’

’404 NOT FOUND.’

’ERROR: ATTEMTPING TO RESET.’

’CONNECTION RESET FAIL.’

’ATTEMTPING TO TROUBLESHOOT.’

’TROUBLESHOOT UNAVAILABLE.’

’ERROR: TROUBLESHOOT FAIL.’

’ATTEMPTING TO RETURN.’

’ERROR: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION.’

’SYSTEM FAILURE.’

’FORCEFUL RETURN INITIATED’

The cracks convulsed, and the green light that oozed from them pulsed faster. The cracks in the sky convulsed as the vortex grew visibly smaller. Each pulse seemed to tear away at the rift’s cohesion, and the laws of its origin world begun to reject its presence within their realm.

Arella’s knees buckled as the toll of the rune pressed down on her. Her wings beat harder, as she attempted to keep her afloat.

The Law was ancient and as such was brutal when invoked in full.

Varziel grunted beside her, blood falling from his eyes like black tears. "We are almost there," he rasped, "I can feel it. Just hold on a little longer my angel."

The rune above them rotated faster, each spin carving smaller runes in the sky around it. Light and darkness spun tighter, collapsing toward the core of the spell like a black hole.

Suddenly, a screech tore through the air. It was not a creature, but the vortex itself.

Beneath them, within the dome that Castiel had conjured, the invaders writhed, some even falling from the sky mid flight. Their forms disintegrated into motes of light before they hit the ground.

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S/T:

Arella: (Shakes Varziel as she stares at the tv screen) I knew it. I knew we were going to be magical girls. Author Author! I want to say something cool like ’Light within me, rise and shine! Magical Radiance, Destroy!’

Author: (Looks at Varziel) Can you calm her down)

Varziel: (Shrugs) I am on my wife’s side.

Author: Ugh. Couples. Disgusting.