Chapter 9: THE LETTER FROM THE DEMON KING (1)
Arella was busy packing the next evening, the letter from the Council of Angels mocking her from her dining table. Every moment she thought about the letter or the fact that the angels were practically selling her to the demons.
Her wings twitched with restless energy, their golden edges catching the dying sunlight filtering through her window. This was the first time in a long while that she was not staring out the setting sunlight.
She had flown earlier that morning, trying to clear her head. Even as she flew to the castle, she could not escape the frustration that was eating her from the inside out. Her mind spun with ridiculous excuses as to why the demon king wanted her to marry him. The situation itself was absurd. It couldn't be because he had fallen in love with her at first sight. After all, they had never even met, so the idea that he might have fallen for her was as laughable as it was infuriating.
Therefore, the only logical conclusion was that he wanted her as a hostage. Yes, it was all political. After all, she was the precious child of the great Camael of the Angels of Water and Lailah of the Angels of Fire.
Yeah. That sounded ridiculous even to Arella.
So, what game was the demon king playing?
Forgetting the packing she was doing, she paced the cottage, frustrated that her thoughts were not taking her anywhere. In fact, they might have very well been making things much worse. She stopped at the dining table, looking at the parchment that seemed to be mocking her. The letter glared back up at her, as if it was daring her to defy it.
Tearing her gaze from it, she looked up at the wall across from her, where a mirror sat. Her reflection stared back at her.
Her figure in the mirror had not changed much in the last century. She had cut her hair to shoulder length, of which she was sure her mother was going to give her an earful, and her emerald green eyes were the same as before. The halo above her head gently bobbed up and down with her breathing. It was a symbol she had always taken pride in.