Chapter 50: THE TALK BETWEEN SIBLINGS (2)
"Unheard of does not mean impossible," Arella argued, sitting up straighter in the bath. The water rippled with her movement, and her wings shifted slightly in the water. She tried to keep her holy power steady to prevent the call from dropping.
"It means impossible, Arella. Our kind and their kind simply do not function the same way." Castiel’s voice was low. Arella knew that tone he was using. It was the tone he used whenever she was being difficult. Although he could not see her, she pouted, "Stop pouting, Ella. Think about it logically. The bonds formed by demons help to strengthen and balance out their magic, to draw power from the bond and protect what they hold dear. Angels do not function the same. Our essence is holy, already balanced. Bonds simply aren’t in our nature."
Arella dropped her pout and snapped, "Then explain what I am feeling." Her frustration felt as if it were boiling over, "because I know what I feel, and it is not natural. Something is pulling me towards him—almost as if my body and soul are no longer mine to command. I hate that feeling."
There was a long pause on the other end of the connection; no doubt Castiel was deep in thought, trying to find something that would calm his sister even in the slightest bit. Arella could almost hear her brother thinking, flipping through the mental archives of everything he had ever learned about demons.
"I do not know," he admitted at last, just as Arella was thinking that the call had perhaps dropped. "However, if it truly is a bond, as I suspect, it is one-sided. It has to be. That would mean that the feelings you are having are coming from the demon king, not from you."
Arella was becoming increasingly frustrated, but she had to think this logically. There was no other way she could explain how the demon king made her feel. There was also no other way she could explain why he seemed so infatuated with her, even though they had only met for the first time at their wedding. If she thought about it from that perspective, then everything her brother said made a lot of sense.
"So you mean to say he is bonded to me? Just like that? Is there..." Her knuckles whitened with the way she was holding herself back from just burning everything in her wake. "Is there no way to confirm if there is a bond between him and me?" It might be something else entirely. Lust perhaps. One of the demons who helps me said that demon males are known for their virility, and they very much love to prove it."
"Was the demon that told you this a succubus?"
Arella bobbed her head, realized that Castiel could not see her, then muttered a hurried ’yes.’
"Figures. I am not sure if it is the case for all demons, but for demons that are driven by pleasure and lust, that is very plausible. Although now that I say it, I realize that I am explaining all demons." He sighed, "Ella, this is all very confusing for me as well. The information that angels have is prone to error, seeing as we have focused on learning how to defeat demons, not getting them into our chambers and fucking them. That is an entirely different research area."
Arella sighed, "I know, I know. But if we truly are bonded, why would his DNA... or essence, or whatever..." she pressed, her tone sharper, "demons use for this, even choose me? I am an angel. I cannot offer him what he needs from a bond. The whole point of a bond is to strengthen and balance them, to give them power, is it not? I cannot possibly give him that. Our entire DNA repels each other."