FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 94: THE ATTACK (6) (ARELLA’S POV)

Chapter 94: THE ATTACK (6) (ARELLA’S POV)

The light that engulfed the garden was too bright. Pain flared through Arella’s vision as she staggered back, instinctively shielding her eyes. A sharp painful ringing filled her ears.

What kind of magic was this?!

"Your Majesty!" Lady Seraphine’s voice was distant, but Arella could feel some urgency in it.

Arella blinked rapidly, her vision swimming as her body tried to adjust to whatever attack had been thrown at her. The moment she could see, and her eyes settled to where the woman had been standing a few seconds prior, she realized that the woman... was gone!

The first male intruder was still struggling against Echo, his face twisting with effort. His weapon had been dropped, useless against the beast’s grip.

On the other hand, the second male intruder was still fighting with Lady Immera, who did not seem to have heard Arella’s instructions to fall back. She seemed to be holding her own quite well, so Arella looked around her, twisting her body and head, searching for the woman intruder.

"Where..." Arella started, but then she felt it.

A presence.

Behind her.

A cold, sharp pressure then slammed into her back.

Pain, searing pain, shot through her side, as she stumbled forward. Her breath hitched as something sharp embedded itself between her ribs, and she could feel unfamiliar magic seep in through her body, mixing with her hold power. She could feel it burn all the way from the injured part of her, to the tips of her fingers.

A strange feeling washed through her, and Arella, unable to stay standing any longer, fell to her knees. The grip she had on her staff weakened, as she struggled to keep her body upright at least. However, it was useless.

Her fingers slipped all the way to the base of her staff, and she could feel as if her holy power was draining out of her so quickly that it hurt.

Lady Seraphine’s eyes widened in shock. "Your Majesty!" She shouted as she ran to the queen’s side.

"Get her..." Arella managed to squeeze out of her lips as her vision blurred into and out of darkness.

She gasped, as she clutched at her side, as whatever magic had gotten embedded into her, burned like a fire. The pain ate at her holy power resisting her innate power’s attempt at healing.

’Not good. Not good at all.’ Arella thought.

Though everything felt hazy, she could hear Lady Immera’s roar as she probably attacked the male intruder with her broad sword. Lady Seraphine, on the other hand, had run to attack and capture the female attacker.

Arella wanted to force herself to move, despite the blinding pain. She grit her teeth, gripping her staff as her magic flared around her, as she attempted to heal herself from the inside out, seeing as her innate healing was not working.

However, all that did was make her lose more holy power.

It seemed that whatever she had been attacked with was meant to drain her of her holy power. What a way to go.

Was this how she was going to die?

Was she never going to see her husband again? Never going to see his dimpled smile again? never going to hear that laughter that she had come to find endearing? Never going to hear him say her name? Never going to hear him whisper to her in that gentle, knowing way, as if he could see straight into her soul?

No. No, it couldn’t end like this.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, the weight of her injuries pressing down on her like chains. The battlefield around her blurred—blood, smoke, and the clash of steel fading into the background. Only one thought remained, one face burned into her mind.

She needed to see her husband again, even if it killed her. She needed to tell him how she did not hate how he loved to see her flustered. She needed to tell him that she was actually falling for how kind he was to her. Falling for how he took care of his kingdom. Falling for how he loved to tease her and make her feel embarrassed.

Falling for how she seemed to always be the only thing that was in his sight.

Bond or not, she did not care if those feelings were fueled by their bond. No. All that really mattered was that she needed to see him.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as searing agony flared through her body. Her wings instinctively flared outward, as if they struggling to keep her kneeling upright.

Arella held her staff with both her hands, steadying her body, and she prayed. Prayed for what she fervently wanted.

"Dear heavens, dear lands, I only wish to see Varziel one more time. Even if it means that I will deplete all my energy to make that happen." Her holy power poured out of her and into her staff.

Above her head, her halo bobbed up and down so strongly that it booped the crown of her head over and over again. Arella ignored it, and she continued to pour out her holy power into her staff. She was not yet the strongest angel in the heavens, but she had gotten to mid tier one, and the control over her holy water had grown exponentially.

She sent out a prayer, as water grew up around her body, forming spiraling waves of light-infused water, which cascaded over her form like an ethereal current. The liquid shimmered in the air, glowing with divine energy, pooling around her body as if waiting for her command.

Her prayer had been heard.

The water swirled higher, before separating into two. One of the waves melded into shards of water, attacking the intruders. The other half of the wave crested above her head for a second before collapsing inward, rushing toward her wound. The holy water seeped into her flesh, flooding her entire body with light.

It burned.

It hurt so terribly.

However, Arella clenched her teeth, bearing through the agony, forcing her body to obey. Forcing her body to heal itself. The foreign magic inside her resisted, writhing and clinging to her holy power like a parasite.

Arella refused to yield, continuing to fight the energy.

Above her head, her halo continued to bob up and down so fast, Arella was sure she heard a crack. However, she continued to push the holy water into her body.

However, instead of actually purging the foreign energy, she could feel the two energies actually melding into each other.

A choked scream erupted from Arella’s lips, as the pain seemed to increase tenfold. She nearly collapsed forward, barely catching herself against her staff. Her wings had extended outwards, quivering from the base to the tips. She could feel foreign energy stop eating at her, and as it melded with her holy power, her entire body burned.

It was more painful than any fire that had accidentally burned her. It felt like **she was being reforged from the inside out**—as if every particle of her body was being unmade and remade at the same time, over and over again.

Her breath hitched, the agony **stealing her voice**. Her fingers clawed at the handle of her staff, knuckles turning white as she fought against the overwhelming force surging within her.

The foreign energy was **no longer resisting her**.

It was **becoming part of her**.

Her vision blurred as waves of gold and black light clashed within her body, spiraling through her veins, seemingly rewriting something fundamental within her. Her wings trembled, the tips glowing with an eerie luminescence.

And then—

A **pulse.**

A single, deafening heartbeat of power **exploded outward**, shattering the air around her.

Arella felt her body go limp, as she poured out the remainder of her holy power, precisely stabbing the intruders with the other half of holy water.

She had gotten healed, but at what cost?

Something inside her had changed, and she did not even know what it was.

Her mind was hazy, and at that moment, her halo finally gave in, and cracked, falling into pieces around her.

Arella did not register it at that moment, as a familiar energy washed over her system. The sound of wings flapping in the air reached her, and still gripping at her staff, Arella looked up at the sky. Black feathers fell from the figure in the sky, falling around her.

"Varziel." She managed to call out his name weakly.

He had come.

"What has happened to my wife?" His voice was loud, booming, and threatening. Within seconds, he was landing next to her, gripping her shoulders to steady her. "Who dared harm my wife?" Arella could hear his voice through her hazy ears. "Who dares attack my palace?" His demonic energy flared out, and just that small amount comforted Arella.

She was safe.

The world blurred around her, before finally going dark, as she slumped fully into Varziel’s hands.

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