Chapter 116: THE VIXIANTE PARA (4)
Arella barely heard the Foreverwatcher’s words through the ringing in her ears. Her body was wracked with tremors that caused her breath to shallow out and become uneven. The weight of her countless lives pressed down on her, their memories flickering in and out of her mind, reminiscent of ghosts she would love to bury down in her mind.
She clenched her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms in a desperate attempt to ground herself.
She was Arella, daughter of Camael and Lailah, sister of Castiel, an angel of water. Everything else was unimportant.
The thought repeated in her mind like a chant, but it was flimsy, weak in front of the weight of the feelings that threated to overwhelm her. The truth that she had been forced to witness made her want to lash out, to demand to know what it was he had done to her.
Why did it hurt so terribly?
Why did it feel more painful than having a knife stabbed through her stomach?
However, even that question felt like it would be too difficult to ask. It was already so hard for her to move even one muscle in her body. Her body ached as though it had been stretched thin, as if she were only half there, teetering between past and the present, between her borrowed form, and the endless of fragments of souls that now whispered in her ears.
"Sir," Haniel spoke up beside Arella.
He had not looked up from the moment that Arella had been caught by the chains. In fact, he had been so quiet that Arella had forgotten he existed for a small moment.
"I do not think that she will be able to withstand the pain of her lives." Haniel’s entire body was radiating worry that rolled off of him in waves and his posture was stiff with tension.
The Foreverwatcher listened to his words but did not look away from Arella, "You might be right, child." He still looked at her with an unreadable gaze, his eyes peering through the halo that covered Arella’s eyes, as if he could see right through it.