FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 69: VERY MANY YEARS AGO (SIDE STORY 2)

Chapter 69: VERY MANY YEARS AGO (SIDE STORY 2) <VARZIEL’S POV>

Some angels killed demons indiscriminately after finding them in the human realm, which is where they had run off to when they were being chased.

Here, his father had promised, their pursuers had no claim over the land.

They would be safe.

That had obviously been a lie seeing how his father was missing and Varziel was alone, almost dying of hunger even.

The little girl turned to the older boy, her small hands resting on her hips. "I told you I need to rest, Castiel," she said, her petulant voice sounding melodic in Varziel’s ears. It was as though it carried the echoes of a thousand songs. "My feet hurt and it’s freezing outside. We can’t even fly because of how cold it is."

"You little brat," Castiel sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "The only reason we aren’t flying is because you said your wings hurt; now it is your feet that hurt. Do you want me to toss you off a cliff?"

"You wouldn’t dare!" The girl gasped, as if the thought was impossible.

Although his tone was chastising, the older angel still crouched down and wiped the snow off of her shoulders. "We do not have time for this, Arella; we are not here to play."

Arella, the little girl, pouted and crossed her arms, "I am not playing Cassie. I am tired, and it is freezing." She glanced around more as her arms were stretched out to the sides for the older angel to fix the large coat she wore. It was then that Varziel noticed the tips of her own wings poking out of her coat. "Ugh. This place is absolutely dreadful."

"It is the only place we can rest, and also you chose it." Castiel said as his eyes finally scanned the room as well. His gaze landed in the corner where Varziel had crouched to hide, and he visibly froze.

Instinctively, Varziel shrunk further into himself, as if that would make him disappear into the walls. His wings curled around him like a shield, and the only thing that remained visible were his eyes that peered through the crack in his wings to peer at the two angels. His heart pounded in his chest as he fervently wished that the angel had not seen him, that he had not noticed his existence.

However, such were dreams, to be shattered.

The older angel’s eyes were blue, so very painfully blue like the morning sky in which Varziel and his father had escaped into the human realm. And they locked onto Varziel’s figure, not moving as if worried that Varziel would attack them.

Perhaps he would attack them; that is, if they had food. After all, he was starving.

"We are not alone," Castiel said quietly as his hand moved to the hilt of the sword that was strapped to his side.

Arella turned, following the older angel’s gaze. Her eyes were beautiful, like the trees in spring back home, and they widened in surprise when she spotted Varziel. Although she had not spotted him the first time her eyes scanned the place, they accurately fell to his figure this time.

"Oh! There is a boy here!" she exclaimed as she broke free of her brother and took a step to Varziel.

"Stay back," Castiel warned her, his tone sharp, "he might not be human. Do you not see his eyes?"

As if scared by the fact that his eyes would put them off, Varziel raised his wings further to hide the red of his eyes.

Arella visibly hesitated, her bright green eyes narrowing as she studied Varziel. "He looks like a boy," she said finally, her voice softer now, "but his wings, they are black. Can he not be an angel?"

Varziel’s stomach twisted at their words. The very thing that had made he and his father run from the demon realm was the same thing that had come to haunt him at this moment. He pressed himself tighter against the wall, visibly trembling. "Please... do not hurt me," he managed to whisper, though his voice cracked, a telltale sign of his fear.

Arella’s expression softened, and she glanced at her brother, "Cassie, he is scared. Look at him." Ignoring the older demon’s previous warning that he might be a demon, the girl bounced closer to him.

Castiel did not lower his guard. "Arella. Stop." The warning was clear in his tone, and it even made Varziel scared. What if the older angel killed him because the younger one had gotten closer to him? He practically plastered himself onto the wall, terrified.

"But he is just a child, Cassie. He cannot be much older than the one we took to the human shelter the other day." Arella insisted and stepped closer to Varziel, "Hi." Her voice was gentle, and her tone was kind: "Ignore that big grouch back there. What is your name?"

Varziel hesitated visibly, his wide eyes darting between her and Castiel. "E-El." He stammered, lying through his teeth.

"El." Arella repeated, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, "Hello there, I am Arella of the house of Camael." Her tone was visibly proud at her family name: "And the grouch back there is my brother, Castiel."

"Arella, step back." Castiel’s wings flared slightly, and his halo bobbed up and down faster than before.

The little girl ignored him and crouched down to Varziel’s level, "You do not have to be scared." Her voice was soft, very soft. "We are not going to hurt you."

Varziel’s eyes peeked from behind his wings, looking at Castiel with untrustworthy eyes. The angel still had a sword drawn after all. Although he did not say it, it was obvious that he did not trust the older angel to not hurt him.

Arella looked back at Castiel, where Varziel was looking, and laughed, the sound like wind chimes in a summer breeze. Varziel wanted her to laugh more, to listen to her laughter more. It almost felt like every worry he had disappeared at the moment she laughed. As if all that filled his mind was her.

"Do not mind him. He is overprotective and thinks I will pass out with the faintest of breezes. I mean, I am obviously strong." As if to prove her point, she flexed her arms, but beneath all the layers of fur she was wearing, Varziel could not see any muscle that she was trying to show him.

She did not seem to mind that though, for she quickly changed the topic, "Why are you out here all alone in this storm, El?" She asked as she plopped down to the floor in front of him, sitting down instead of crouching.

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S/T:

Arella: (watching this flashback as she munches on popcorn) I do not remember any of this; did it really happen?

Varziel: (Holding onto the popcorn so that Arella has space to hold onto her soda and phone) Yes.

Arella: (swallows before speaking) Well, I mean, I was quite a cute child, it seems. The portraits mother and father commissioned do not do me justice. But everyone, do you see? Just like I said before, Castiel has no compassion!

(The camera pans to Castiel, who is standing in a corner, also holding onto a tub of popcorn like his sister.) Hey! In my defense, I was a hot-blooded youth.

Arella: (Looks back) Lying is bad, Cassie. If I had gotten hurt, mother and father would have ripped you a new one.

Castiel: (Glares at Arella) Well, you should have stayed back! Why did you follow me

Arella: (Jumps up) Hey! Are you saying that I was baggage to you?

Velmoria: (Appears, holding a sign) We interrupt this program to bring a brief intermission.

(There is banging, clanging and shouts heard in the background as Arella chases Castiel on set.)

Velmoria: (smiles at the person camera.) Switch it off!

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