FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 82: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS (2)

Chapter 82: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS (2)

A few seconds passed before a soft voice called out, "Come in," from inside. Velmoria pushed the door open and led the other demons inside. Morning light seeped through the tall, arched windows, casting a muted glow across the furniture and silk that adorned the room. The scent of roses was strong.

Solenne and Xyra walked to the adjoined bath chamber to prepare the bath, while Lysia walked to open the curtains to let some light in.

Queen Arella sat at the edge of her massive bed, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders resembling gold. Her massive wings were spread out behind her as she stretched them out. The feathers glistened in the sunlight, and complemented with her halo, she looked every inch an angel.

She was wearing a long sheer robe with fur at the wrists and shoulders. The strap on the left side hung loosely over her shoulder, and as Velmoria put the dress down on the bed, she could see the marks that littered the queen’s skin.

The demon king, in Velmoria’s mind, was like a dog when with his wife. Even in the way he left hickies all over her skin. It was also obvious that he was trying to make up for not marking the queen by leaving marks that everyone could see.

"Good morning, your majesty," Velmoria called out, her voice respectful as she gave a low bow.

The queen turned and gave her a smile. "Velmoria, good morning. Good morning to you too, Lysia," she addressed the demon who was pouring a glass of water for her and took it from her hands after the glass was full.

Velmoria liked to see the queen’s smile.

Unlike the king, who showed emotion only to the queen, Arella was kind to all of them. She treated her attendants with a warmth that felt foreign in the cold, calculating atmosphere of the demon realm.

"Did you sleep well, Your Majesty?" Velmoria asked as she adjusted the gown on the bed, letting her eyes flick briefly to the marks scattered across Queen Arella’s collarbone and shoulders. Some were fresh, while others were fading into soft purple and blue hues. Velmoria tried to keep her face neutral, but she was a succubus. A teasing smirk settled over her lips gently, and she raised a brow.

The queen flushed visibly at her reaction, and pulled up the robe over her skin slightly. "Do not mention it." She glared at Velmoria.

"I was not going to say anything, your highness. But you really do not have to be so shy. Marks are normal during throes of passion." She shrugged, as if it did not bother her in the slightest. Inside, she couldn’t help but think that the king’s obsession with marking the queen was as much about showing her off just as much as it was about ensuring that she also remembered that she belonged to him.

That calculating king. Velmoria sighed.

Damn, she needed to feed, and soon.

Arella’s eyes looked tired, with small eyebags forming at the base. However, the little sparkle in her eyes told all that it needed. The queen was happy. She did not seem to dislike the demon realm. Or perhaps it was her husband that she did not dislike.

Regardless of the reason, Velmoria could let out a sigh of relief.

If the queen decided to leave the king, not even the heavens could protect the wrath that would ensue in the demon realm.

"Has Castiel awoken yet?" The queen asked as she walked to the bathing chamber, giving her greetings to Xyra and Solenne along the way.

Velmoria quickly worked that name over in her head before remembering that it was the queen’s older brother who had come over to the demon realm the previous day. She had not met him personally, but from what the other demons were saying, he sounded like he was very good-looking.

Velmoria loved the thought of having a good-looking man in the castle, one she had not bedded at least. And an angel at that. Being a succubus, she had had sex with all kinds of demons and even some humans. An angel was the one species that she had never had the chance of tasting.

If he really was as handsome as the rumors made him out to be, then Velmoria terribly wanted to have a taste. She was drooling just thinking about it.

"I am not sure, your highness." Velmoria snapped herself out of the hungry thoughts. "I can send someone over to look."

"That would be lovely. Ask him if he would join the king and me for breakfast."

"Yes."

She sent Solenne to do as the queen had commanded, as the rest of them worked on Arella’s bath and dressing her in the gown that had been picked out.

"Also, I believe Lady Immera, young Lady Darvia, and Lady Seraphine are coming over for tea today," Arella paused.

"I remember that; I have had it prepared as well for tea in the afternoon."

"Prepare one more cup; I will have my brother join us for tea. Perhaps that will help him feel better."

"Alright, your majesty."

As usual, the bath was prepared with meticulous care—with the water at the perfect temperature, the soft scent of the bath oils permeating the air, and petals lazily floating on the surface of the water. Every detail was as the king had commanded it to be. Queen Arella did not seem to mind that the only decision she made every morning was what bath salts she wanted to use.

Velmoria, Xyra, and Lysia watched as the queen stepped into the tub, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the warmth of the water embraced her. It almost seemed like the tension in her shoulders was slowly melting away.

Xyra tended to the queen’s nails, Lysia to her wings, and Velmoria worked on cleaning her hair. She gently washed and combed through the delicate-looking strands of hair, avoiding the halo subconsciously despite being so lost in thought. Where would she get her meal tonight? Would she have to seek out a demon she already knew, or would she be able to find someone new?

S/T:

Velmoria: What does a succubus have to do to get food around here?

Castiel: (Walks by)

Velmoria: Oooh la la. Where’s that hunk of meat going off to.

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