Chapter 7: THE DEMON KING’S PROPOSAL (1)
Arella leaned on her broom, looking out the window at the rolling hills beyond. The sun was setting on the horizon. Even after one hundred years in the human realm, the view of the sunset always brought a smile to Arella's face.
A century after being banished to the human realm was enough for Arella to get used to her life. Time in the human realm moved slower than it did in the angel realm. Either that or she felt the movement of time more acutely seeing as she had no official work to do. Her days had passed by in peaceful bliss, seeing as she mainly mediated some human squabbles, chased of the occasional demon or bandit, and simply built an unremarkable life in the cottage.
If she squinted her eyes enough, she could see the castle walls that had replaced the little village she had landed in all those years ago. The king of the small kingdom was the great-great-grandchild of Jim. He usually came crying to Arella when the duties of a king were getting too difficult for him. Arella was quite proud of her achievement of helping such a small village grow to the kingdom that it now was.
The Shadow Hound, still her silent and ever watchful companion, lounged by the hearth, its six legs curled up beneath it, as she swept dust from the floor. It had not grown older in appearance, but its once persistent menacing glow had softened somewhat. Now, its presence was a very comforting shadow that hung around wherever Arella went.
Arella twitched her wings at the base.
She sometimes wished that she had taken the offer to make her small cottage even bigger when some of the previous kings had asked. However, it would have been a pain to clean, and the last thing she wanted were servants.
Staying close to her angelic power over a long period of time would not be healthy for any human. Although her powers could heal, too much of anything was poisonous. Especially for weak and fragile humans.
Nevertheless, she had grown used to the human realm, and she could even say that she had grown to like it. Here she lived on her own terms.
At the very least, she did not have to see Abbadon's ugly face every couple of years.