FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 98: THE WRATH OF THE DEMON KING

Chapter 98: THE WRATH OF THE DEMON KING

The final invader thrashed in Varziel’s grip, his eyes flickering erratically, looking like a candle sputtering in the wind. His earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by fear.

"Correction," the invader rasped again, the glitching voice crackling like fractured glass. "Threat level: Lethal. Emergency disengage protocol initiated."

"Disengage?" Varziel growled, tightening his grip on the intruder’s throat. "You don’t get to attack my palace and simply leave. Does this look like a toilet?"

But as Varziel was speaking, something strange happened. The segmented armor around the invader’s neck shimmered, breaking apart into countless motes of light that scattered into the cold air. The armor itself collapsed inward, folding and shrinking until Varziel was no longer holding a man but a hollow, lifeless husk of fabric and metal, then, the metal also begun to disintegrate in the same manner, leaving Varziel holding nothing but air.

No body. No blood. Only flickering particles remained, like the others before him.

Varziel staggered back, glaring at his empty hand. "Coward." He spat the word like venom.

The ice that had coated the balcony had begun to melt, trickling down the cracked marble. The hum that had filled the air was gone, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. His breath still came fast, heart hammering in his chest. He stood there for a moment, his chest heaving, surrounded by the fading remnants of his enemies.

The silence was deafening.

They were gone, he had won, but something still felt wrong about the whole situation. It felt like there was something he was missing.

The gnawing dread in his chest returned tenfold, and he remembered. His wife!

He turned on his heel, sprinting to the edge of the ruined balcony. His crimson red eyes scanned the horizon, his heart pounding in his ears.

Without waiting another second, he launched himself off of the ledge, pouring more of his energy into his back. His wings grew rapidly from his back, the black feathers fluttering as he tore through the sky.

It took less than a few moments for him to get a feel for where his angel was, and even a shorter time to find her.

His queen. Kneeling. Barely conscious.

Her halo lay in shattered pieces around her. Gold and black energy swirled around her form, twisting together, melding together. The air was thick with moisture, and her holy power was so strong that he could almost taste it on his tongue.

She tilted up her head, looking up at him. A large smile bloomed on her face, as if she was looking at her saving grace. "Varziel." She called out his name weakly.

Varziel saw red. Arella, his beautiful angel, had never called out her name apart from the times he forced it out of her when they made love.

Apart from that, she always addressed him by his title.

"What has happened to my wife?" His voice was loud, booming through the garden. All the attackers turned to look at him, and Varziel could see their eyes turn to look at him as he landed next to Arella. He gripped her shoulders, steadying her.

"Who dared harm my wife? Who dares attack my palace?" His demonic energy flared out as his voice thundered through the garden, dark tendrils of power curling around his form like living shadows. The ground cracked beneath his feet, the ground splintering under the sheer weight of his fury.

"Arella." He growled, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

Just as he was speaking, Velmoria and the Young Lady of Darvia ran into the garden. In the air, Lord Castiel followed. Velmoria stood next to Lady Seraphine and Lady Immera, as she gave the king a bow. "Your majesty."

Varziel barely registered Velmoria’s voice. His eyes were fixed on Arella, searching her face for any sign of deeper injury. Her smile had faltered, her eyelids fluttering as if she was fighting to stay conscious. The shattered remnants of her halo glimmered like glass around her, the gold of her holy power flickering with ominous streaks of black.

_Black._

His jaw clenched. Arella’s divinity had always been radiant and untarnished. But now, dark lines of shadow danced along her skin, coiling through the cracks in her aura like veins. The foreign energy mingled with hers. Not in harmony, but like an infection spreading under her skin. However, he could see that it was not spreading, but instead was healing itself.

Lord Castiel landed next to them, holding on tightly onto his staff. Without waiting for a prompt, healing light begun to travel from his staff to Arella.

She reached for him, touching his hand with her own. "I will be fine. I do not know what they were looking for, but you have to try and catch them alive. One of them wore the material collected from the East."

That was not important in the least, at least not as important as Arella was to him. Not in the slightest.

However, she did not get to hear his answer, as she passed out after telling him that. It was as if she had used up the last of her strength to speak to him. She went limp in his arms, and Varziel felt fury fill him. He picked her up, reluctantly handing her over to Lord Castiel.

"Velmoria." Varziel finally turned to look at Velmoria, "Ensure the palace gates are locked." He then turned to face the attackers.

"Who touched my queen? Which of you bastards dared to harm my queen?"

A single heartbeat passed, then another.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The ground shattered beneath him, as Varziel moved, closing the distance between him and the attackers in less than a blink of an eye. His weapon was sharp and the first invader didn’t even have time to raise his weapon before Varziel’s sword had speared through his chest. Their flesh felt more like fabric and flickering light than actual flesh.

It was the same hollow construct as the others.

Varziel snarled, ripping the invader apart like paper. The body collapsed into fragments of light, disintegrating before his eyes. It wasn’t satisfying. Nothing would be—not until he had someone solid under his grip. Someone who could _bleed_ for what they had done to his wife.

Another intruder turned, the strange black mask covering her face glinting in the dim light. This one was different, more composed, her movements quick as she raised her weapon some odd device that didn’t hum with magic but with something else. Something colder.

Varziel didn’t care.

He was already there, his wings folding tight against his back as he slammed into her. The impact sent her skidding across the marble, boots gouging deep trenches into the stone. Her weapon fell out of her hands as she twisted, rolling to regain her footing, but he was faster. His hand closed around her throat, claws digging into the strange clothing she wore.

"You." His voice was guttural, vibrating with barely restrained fury. "You touched my queen?"

The woman didn’t speak but she struggled, legs kicking against the ground, hands clawing at his wrist. The energy around her sputtered, glitching like the others had, but she didn’t vanish. Not yet.

Varziel’s power flared, and dark tendrils shot from his back, wrapping around her limbs, pinning her in place. He poured energy into the hold, locking her down with magic designed to bind even the most slippery of demons.

"Your Majesty!" Velmoria’s voice cut through the chaos, urgent. "The sky...look!"

Varziel’s gaze snapped upward.

The jagged tear in the sky, once pulsing faintly, had begun to widen. Darkness swirled at its edges, as if the void itself was peeling back into the sky. Shapes moved within, more figures, more invaders.

A whole wave of them.

"Shut it down!" Varziel bellowed. "Now!"

Lady Seraphine and Lady Immera glanced at each other, but did not wait for further orders. The two noble demons raised their hands, chanting in unison. Magic circles flared beneath their feet, runes that spun faster and faster as they poured their combined energy into the it. Their demonic power flew to the sky, and visibly begun to shut the rift in the sky.

However, even that was not enough.

"Velmoria," Varziel barked, and threw the intruder he had captured into her hands, "Ensure this one does not escape. Get the generals here."

S/T:

The reason the demon king could understand the attacker was because he has a universal translator.

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