Chapter 71: VERY MANY YEARS AGO (SIDE STORY 4) <VARZIEL’S POV>
As Castiel studied the boy one last time, his brows furrowed, still very obviously bothered by the decision he had made to take in the demon boy. "But what about my father?" Varziel asked.
"We will keep a lookout for your father; we can even stay a few days here, seeing as we have business in these parts." His tone was firm but not unkind. He squinted his eyes at Arella, then ruffled her hair. "Stay here." He finished ruffling her hair, despite Arella’s complaints about how he was messing with her well-made hair.
"I have unfinished business outside. Keep an eye on him, Ella. If you feel threatened by him or anything else, use your staff. And for heaven’s sake, don’t let your guard down."
"Yes, Cassie." Arella replied with an exaggerated exasperation, waving him off like a scolding parent. "Go on then, Shoo." She rolled her eyes as she turned to Varziel. "Brothers, overprotective even though you do not need it."
"Do not push it, squirt." Varziel rolled his eyes too as he snapped the fingers on his right arm two times, then there was a low hum in the air and a staff materialized in front of his hands. Varziel was left spellbound as he looked at the staff.
The silver shaft of the staff was long and stood just a little bit taller than the male angel. There were faint runes etched around the material of the staff, and at the top hung a diamond-shaped gem that glowed a light blue color.
He then stepped to the doorway, white wings folding tightly against his back to avoid the icy wind as he stepped outside. He gave one last glance at the two children, "Protect yourselves. If you need to, Arella, kill him." Then he disappeared into the swirling snow, vanishing as if he had been swallowed by the storm.
It was then that Varziel realized that the snow outside had grown heavier.
Arella sighed dramatically and plopped down on the floor in front of Varziel once more, folding her legs beneath her. "He is so serious all the time," she muttered, digging into one of the oversized pockets of her coat. "One would think that he has never smiled a day in his life."