Chapter 20: THE DEMON REALM (2)
Even as King Varziel led her down the steps of the dais, his hand not leaving hers, she could still feel that feeling bubbling up in her chest. A ripple of magic surged through the air at that moment, and as they reached the last step, the demons closest to them gasped, staring at her.
Arella was confused at first, wondering if there was something wrong with the wedding dress that she was wearing. She looked down at the gown, hoping the beautiful dress had not gotten ruined. What she saw also made her gasp.
The beautiful white gown had begun to turn a dark color from the lace that was at her bust area. The fabric seemed to be absorbing the shadows of the demon realm. Arella's eyes widened, and she swallowed deeply, refusing to make a scene. The transformation spread downwards like ink in water, turning the gown a shimmering black color. The delicate gold embroidery that had embodied the holy power of the angels seemed to shift into intricate patterns of swirling smoke. The angelic glow that surrounded Arella also seemed to dim into a shadowy luminescence that looked almost white, a far cry from her golden angel glow. It took just but a few seconds for the entire wedding dress to turn that deep black color that matched King Varziel's hair.
The halo crown at the top of her head was the only golden thing that was left, and her wings were the only white that was left. Her fingers trembled at the realization.
There was pin-drop silence, as the demons were momentarily stunned. Once the dress was fully black, the air around them sizzled, and as if a flip had been switched, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers.
"She now wears the mantle of a queen!" A towering demon bellowed, his voice sounding like an avalanche.
"The darkness has claimed her!" Another much smaller one shouted. She spun in midair with her wings, leaving sparks of flame in her wake.
Arella clenched her fingers ever so slightly before glancing down at herself and at the dress. She thought she would have at least had an instinct to recoil; however, she felt no malice towards the change. In fact, she quite liked how the dress looked.
She looked up at Varziel, who looked at her dress with a satisfied smirk. "Why do I have a feeling you knew this would happen?"