Chapter 102: THE WRATH OF THE ANGEL OF WATER
Arella was the second child to a well known angel couple.
Camael, son of Raziel and Lailah, daughter of Akrasiel. They were one of the few angel couples in the last few hundred millenia who had sired more than one child.
Therefore, Arella was doted on so painfully, and grew up to be a spoiled brat.
It would be more fitting to say that she was raised with little to no expectation to ever struggle in life. She could fight to protect herself, could speak up for herself, and could fend for herself. That was how she had been raised.
Her father, despite being one of the high lords, ensured that she was trained in the art of battle, but never trained in the art of suffering.
Her mother, on the other hand, was the stick. She punished Arella whenever she made a mistake, and was the main reason why the angel was as hardheaded and strong willed as she was. After all. She was her mother’s daughter.
At this moment, Arella’s lay in one of the chambers in the lower rooms of the palace. Her eyes were shut, and on her skin, black lines ran down to her fingertips. Castiel stood above her, holding his staff, his holy energy pouring out of it. Although he felt like he was doing something utterly useless, he continued to try and heal her.
If she died, then his mother and father would wreak havoc on the demon realm. That was something that Castiel was sure of. Hovering around him was a tiny demon, an incubus he believed, and behind him were three other demons, dressed as maids, who held weapons and guarded the door.
Although Castiel was not fully trustful of the demons, he was still thankful that he could turn his back and work on healing his sister without being scared that he was going to be attacked by someone from the back.
"Come on Ella, why are you not waking up?" He muttered as he continued to try to heal her body.
However, no matter what he did, the black lines did not stop spreading, up her arms and underneath her clothes.