FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 92: THE ATTACK (4) (ARELLA’S POV)

Chapter 92: THE ATTACK (4) (ARELLA’S POV)

Lady Seraphine and Lady Immera exchanged glances, before Lady Immera smirked, "If you think you can take our alcohol, be our guest."

"Lady Immera is a pure bred alcoholic." Lady Seraphine chimed.

"Ah ah ah. We are demons Lady Seraphine, everything about our existence is meant to consume."

"Even your alcohol?" Arella asked with a teasing tone in her voice.

"Even our alcohol." Lady Immera confirmed.

"Good to know." Arella took another sip of her tea.

Lady Seraphine tilted her head slightly, her expression getting serious, "Before we move on to other matters, your majesty, I have information with regard to the fabric you brought the other day."

Arella stopped chewing, and even Lady Immera’s face grew serious. "What did you find?" Arella’s voice hid the anxiety she felt. The human king had not been of much help, seeing as he also did not find anything pertaining to the fabric in the human realm.

She was sure that no such fabric could be manufactured in the angel realm.

"Nothing," Lady Seraphine finally said.

"Nothing?" Arella echoed, "What do you mean nothing?"

"I had all my merchants do an inventory search, and every fabric we have in the archive, anything that could possibly be connected to the material." Lady Seraphine did not meet the queen’s eyes and her entire demeanor seemed to fold in itself. It was obvious that she was disappointed in not being able to do the queen’s task.

She pressed her lips together in a thin line, waiting for the queen’s response.

Arella frowned slightly, before picking up her tea cup once more, "I guess that means we have to look for other answers to this conundrum. I would appreciate if you continued to assist me, Lady Seraphine."

The demon lady’s head perked up, and she bobbed her head up and down, like a check that was pecking on rice. "Of course, your majesty." She went silent for a few seconds, before speaking once more, "I can continue to do a search. The methods may be unconventional, seeing as I will have to send spies to the underbelly of the demon realm."

Lady Immera’s eyes widened, the only indication of her surprise at Lady Seraphine’s words, "You mean to send them as spies to the commoner’s?"

"Nobles tend to only look for the good things in life. Such a rough fabric like the one the queen showed to us will most likely not be accepted by nobles. You should know that just as well as I do."

Lady Immera rubbed the space between her brows, "It is unsettling though, coming across something that none of our merchants, or even black-market traders have knowledge of. It is almost as though it appeared from nowhere."

Arella tapped her fingers lightly against the table, deep in thought. "That worries me as well. I absolutely abhor not being in the know." She admitted. "However, fabric does not simply appear out of thin air. Someone wove it. Someone traded it. Someone brought it here. Although it is coarse, it looks to be skillfully made, which means that there are people who have perfected the making of this fabric." She thought of the rough cloth that the demon King had shown to her. How, its strange silver-blue fibers caught the light in an unusual way.

Lady Immera cut in, "And yet, there seems to be no record of it anywhere."

"Perhaps we are not looking in the right places," Arella countered. She curled her fingers around the delicate porcelain of her tea cup. "We need more information. Do any of you have any connection with fabric makers?"

"I do." Lady Seraphine raised a hand slightly, "however, their methods are all modern. If the fabric is old in any way, then the making process might have been lost."

"I have connections with some old fabric makers." Lady Immera added. "I can send a letter once I arrive home, and give you some feedback in a few days. Although, we might need a few days for them to bring me some sort of feedback."

"It will be better than nothing."

Before any of them could voice another thought, a sudden, loud piercing ring shook through the garden. The teacups clattered against their saucers, and the delicate glass teapot nearly toppled over with the force of the ring. Arella barely managed to grab it in time, her heart hammering against her ribs.

It felt as if the air around them had shifted, as Arella registered foreign energy seeping into her system. Wind whipped around them, from the sky, and the only thing that protected them from the sudden onslaught was the little gazebo they were seated under.

Arella immediately snapped her fingers twice, and with a hum, her staff appeared in her hands.

Echo, her ever faithful Shadow Hound, appeared with the shadows, his large figure sprinting towards her. He barked just as a large arrow flew towards Arella’s figure. At that moment to Arella, it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. She could clearly see the arrow, and her eyes darted to the direction it had flown from, landing on a figure in the path that led to the rose garden.

It was as if all had stopped at that moment, and all she could see was the material of cloth that the man wore over his shoulders. It was the same blue hue, the same rough looking texture, the same discordance with all that she knew.

The world went silent, as she felt the answers so close to her reach, so close that she could taste it on her tongue.

Then, as quickly as the world went silent, it rang back up again, and she acted quickly, using her staff to smack the arrow away, "Echo!" She shouted the shadow hound’s name.

The creature did not need any more words from Arella, and within a few seconds, he had captured the man by the scruff of his neck. Almost immediately, golden characters appeared at the top of the man’s head.

Arella was sure that they might be letters of some sort, it was like a tingling surety that passed through her. However, she could not read the said letters and so she looked away from the intruder and back to the two ladies who were with her.

The two of them had also acted as fast, slower than Arella had, but fast enough, and had pulled out weapons of their own.

Lady Seraphine held a pair of curved daggers, each gleaming with her demonic energy. On the other hand, Lady Immera held a large broad sword, which Arella was sure was much larger than she was. Their weapons had runes drawn on them, which made the demonic energy on them even more potent.

The ease of their grip on their weapons made it obvious that they were accustomed to fighting and were ready to spill any blood necessary to ensure their survival.

Arella grit her teeth and tightened her hold on her staff, her gaze shifting back to the captured intruder. Her halo bobbed up and down in an unusual manner. Echo had the man pinned, his massive dark paws pressing into his back, but the man made no sound of protest. Instead, he struggled against the weight of the hound, eyes flickering between them as if trying to figure out something.

In fact, Arella realized, the man was not looking directly at them, but above their heads. Arella looked above her one head, trying to figure out what the man was seeing that she was not seeing. However, she could not see anything that was odd or peculiar.

She looked back at the man.

His entire figure was strange for the demon realm.

Although he was tall, he had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes that suspiciously looked black. A demon never had any light features, but their eyes were always dark, and on the other hand, angels never had any dark features. Even the eyes of an angel tethered on the light side, with light colored hair and irises.

Therefore, the only reasonable explanation was that the man was a human. However, he felt nothing like the humans Arella had gotten used to seeing over the years. That was saying a lot seeing as she had stayed in the human realm for a hundred years, and in that time had seen a lot of different races of humans.

It was nothing about how he looked, rather more about how he felt. His energy did not feel right, and it made a shiver run down Arella’s spine with just being in close contact with him.

It was unnerving.

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S/T:

The human intruder: (Looks up at the numbers above Arella’s head) (Thinks) She is a monster! I just had to fall into the clutches of the final boss. (Cries internally)

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