FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 31: THE MORNING OF A KING (2) (VARZIEL’S POV)

Chapter 31: THE MORNING OF A KING (2) (VARZIEL’S POV)

As he fastened the brooch, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror that stood next to the door. There was a faint silver glow over his features, which was a result of the runes on the attire he wore. His eyes were framed by his hair, which he combed back with his hands. If he had gotten out of bed earlier, he would have had enough time to get a servant to comb his hair more neatly, but as he had woken late, his own work on his hair would have to do.

Satisfied with his figure, he strode from the bathing chamber with silent footsteps. A few of his servants, with Velmoria in the lead, stood outside the doors waiting in case he needed something.

He never did, but they always waited.

"Dismissed." He waved them away, and only Velmoria and another lesser male demon remained.

"Here are your morning documents." The male demon, Shazirath, floated a few inches in the air due to his wings as they walked and handed him a pile of documents. Varziel took the light stack from him and a pen from Velmoria.

Demons who littered the hallway paused their tasks to lower their heads as the three passed, waiting until the king was long gone before raising them to continue with their tasks. Varziel did not pay them much heed as he flipped through the documents and signed where needed. He knew the corridors of his castle like the back of his hand and thus did not need to look up as he walked.

The air grew heavier with magic from enchantments and wards as he neared his office. The double doors to his office were already open, revealing Malrick, who waited inside. He stood opposite the desk, his long midnight blue hair tied at the nape of his neck with a ribbon. His serpentine eyes blinked twice before he inclined his head in a bow. "Your Majesty." He greeted.

"Malrick," Varziel walked to his chair behind the massive desk, which had been carved from a single slab of onyx. The surface of the desk had scattered papers littered all over it; the only person aware of what papers meant what being the king. He handed the already signed documents he had been carrying to Shazirath.

"Ensure you take this to the department of magic." He instructed before dismissing them.

Shazirath bowed deeply before fluttering away on his wings to complete his task.

"Shall I bring you breakfast?" Velmoria asked as she took a stack of papers from a bookshelf that was to the side and placed it on the desk.

"I will await the queen to have breakfast together." Thanks to Varziel’s current mood, he really wanted to toss the papers to the floor. Instead, he dragged the papers close to him and said, "You are also dismissed." He waved her away, "Oh, before I forget." He raised a finger. "My wife will need clothes suited to the demon realm. She came with clothes, but I am sure the style will be unsuitable for the queen of demons."

"I already informed her of the designer’s arrival a few days ago, your highness."

Varziel gave her a nod and a smile, "Thank you. You may leave." Velmoria bowed again and walked away.

The demon king then turned to his servant and said, "I have not seen you since you went to deliver my message to the queen. I have been busy with my wedding night. Why have you been waiting for three days despite knowing that?" His eyes squinted together as something akin to realization passed through his eyes: "How is your hometown?"

Malrick’s back straightened, his expression growing unreadable. "There have been... unidentified demons roaming around in my hometown. They were seen to be wielding magic that felt wrong. I was not there at the time, but I felt the remnants of that magic when I went over there later. That magic did not seem like anything I have felt in the demon or human realm. I have also felt the aura of an angel, the angel being the queen, so I can certainly say it is not one I have felt before."

"What about the villagers? What did they have to say?"

"My king, the villagers I spoke to seemed too afraid to say a word. Only my mother told me that a dark shroud covered the village on that day. I fear that this could be a threat—not just to the demon realm, but to the balance of the three realms."

Varziel drummed his fingers on the desk, his mind considering the implications of what this messenger demon had seen. Then, quickly coming up with a short-term solution, he opened a drawer to the right side of his desk. "Give this to the department of special demons," he spoke as he wrote, "Inform them of what you saw, and tell them that I have dispatched three demons to the site. They may have a better understanding of what the villagers saw. Any threat should be eliminated on the spot."

"It will be done." Malrick accepted the stamped document. "Also, congratulations on your marriage." The air grew lighter. "I hear that the high lords are absolutely livid."

"It is funny that they thought I was joking about my desire to marry an angel."

"I think they believed that no angel would be willing to marry a demon. If there was an angel who agreed to marry a demon, then there was no way that the angel council was going to accept the marriage."

"They had blind faith in themselves." Varziel laughed.

"Their actions may very well cause unrest among the demons. There were only few who were invited to your wedding, so only those few saw how her dress reacted to the magic in the demon realm."

"I believe rumors of her wedding dress will be enough to quash any unrest. She will be perfect at her coronation, which should further help her get accepted by the demons."

"If there is any unrest at any time before them, I shall send a few demons to deal with them."

Varziel resumed drumming his fingers on the desk, "No, I will get a few imps, led by Shazirath, to collect information on the situation in the surrounding area first. The capital city will always influence the thoughts of other cities."

"Understood." Malrick bowed again, "If anything, your majesty, I think that the queen you have chosen is perfect for you." He bowed one last time, this time bowing deeply at the waist, and left the room.

The door closed softly behind Malrick, and Varziel allowed himself a rare moment of stillness. His gaze drifted back to the window, his thoughts inevitably returning to Arella. Everything he had worked for had been for her, because she deserved the best. However, if the demon realm itself did not feel the same, he would very well burn it to the ground, leaving just the two of them.

He twisted the ring that was settled on his finger, the one that she had gotten for him for their wedding.

All he really needed was his wife.

The three realms could burn to the ground, and he would not care.

But he was sure his wife would care, and as the one who wanted to see her happiest the most, he would not do anything to make her sad.

The first step was to ensure that the entire demon realm knew that Var Zi El, the king of the Demonic Realm, had claimed his queen.

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