FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING

Once at the end of the hall, Camael handed Arella off to the demon king.

The first thing Arella noticed was their height difference.

The demon king was tall, much taller than Arella and even slightly taller than her father.

The hand that held her gloved one was warm. Tingles travelled up her hand, causing her to forget the slight discomfort of her corset. It was as if the entire world fell away, and it was just the two of them in the room. Arella had never felt such a strong emotion before.

He walked into her bubble even further, and his scent invaded her senses. She could not explain what he smelled like; all she could say was that she wanted to smell him even more. In fact, she had gotten the sudden urge to take his arm and take a bite of his skin. She shook her head, trying to get that thought out of her head.

Arella looked up at him but could only see his dark hair through the veil. However, he spoke, "I reckon you feel that too, my angel?"

Arella was sure if she was human, she would have a nosebleed by how hot her face had become. His voice was deep, with a vibrato that seemed to shake her to her core. She desperately wanted to raise her hands and pat her cheeks to cool them down. However, she was at her wedding, and such a scene would be unbecoming.

It was only a few seconds later that she realized that he had asked her a question, "Yes, I do feel that." She took in a deep breath, part trying to calm herself and part taking in a huge lungful of his scent.

He chuckled, "Good to know." Arella almost keeled over upon hearing his laugh. It was as if the sound had pierced her in her stomach, for it felt like there was a horde of butterflies trying to escape. She looked up again, trying to see if she could get a look at his face.

The officiant brought her out of her attempt to look at the man who was going to be her husband in just a few minutes. "We gather here today to witness the union of light and shadow, of angel and demon. A union that heralds the possibility of peace between our realms."

His words felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over Arella's head. She finally remembered that she was being used as a pawn for the peace.

The words of the officiant were drowned out by her pulsing heart, and she was only brought out of her reverie when the demon king's voice sounded again, repeating the words the officiant was saying, "I take the hand of Arella of the house of Camael, to love and protect, to cherish and to hold, for the rest of our days."

It was time for the vows, Arella realized.

The officiant addressed her, and she repeated the same words as instructed.

"You may face each other."

They did as the officiant said, and the demon king wasted no time in taking her other hand in his own. Arella felt as if her world had exploded in a canopy of sparkles seeing with the extra touch, and they were not even touching skin to skin!

"Your Highness King Varziel, you may now take off the veil." The officiant spoke.

Varziel let go of her hands, and Arella felt a sense of loss. Varziel slowly took off her veil. The sunlight blinded her ever so briefly, making it look as if there was a halo of light around the demon king's head.

As her eyes got used to the change in light, she finally got a good look at the king. His red eyes, a deep burning crimson, met her own green ones with an intensity that had her pulse quickening. His hair was darker than any night sky she had seen before. Even in the human realm, she had never met a human with hair as black as his was. His skin was tanned, as if he spent all of his time in the sun.

His dark hair was short, and Arella had a painful urge to sink her fingers in the soft-looking locks.

"Hello there." The demon king addressed just her, in a voice only low enough for her to hear. His lips were pulled up as he gave her a grin that Arella was sure would make her panties drop.

She swallowed deeply, "Hello." She clenched her traitorous hands and managed a small smile up at him. Her small smile evoked a huge one back from him. This smile was even more blinding than the small one, bringing Arella's attention to his lips. They were a very pale shade of pink and looked soft to the touch.

Arella had only known him for a few minutes, but she was sure that she wanted to kiss him.

The ceremony continued, with the officiator speaking something about how the angel realm and the demon realm would now become allies.

Arella was no longer paying attention to him. It was as if her entire world was now revolving around the demon before her. "Arella of the angels of Water, you may now present your ring."

Arella was snapped out of her staring contest with the demon king. Her brother approached, holding a small box in his hands. He opened it and handed the contents to her. The wedding ring was made of gold mined in the angel realm. She had picked it out for her future husband many years before, seeing as it took years to make the perfect ring. There was a small ring of green going around the middle of the ring, which was a special material that was filled with her holy power. This was a sign that showed that she would protect her husband in times of need. It was also a needless formality that she had not skipped when getting the ring made.

The beauty of rings made of such gold was that they resized themselves to fit the wearer, so she had no need to worry if it would fit.

"With this ring, I symbolize our union." Arella repeated after the officiant.

As she expected, it resized itself to fit his ring finger. Arella had a proud smile on her face after seeing how well it fit him. He may not have been an angel, but the ring seemed like it was made for him.

"The demon king Varziel, you many now present your ring."

A figure that Arella had not seen before appeared before the couple. It was a demon, if the dark hair was anything to go by. He was tall, and there was a tail that swished ever so gently behind him. He handed the king an open box. The king took out a ring from the small box.

The band was black in color with a red gem at the top. The band itself was slender, shining like there were little stars infused in it. Arella looked down at her gloved hands. With the way it already felt simply touching him through the gloves, she was not sure she wanted to touch his skin.

Varziel obviously could not hear her inner thoughts. Therefore, he took off her glove, gave it to the demon who had handed him the ring, and held her hand.

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S/T:

(These are King Varziel's thoughts in this chapter, although the author has not put all of his thoughts because they are lazy.)

(Upon seeing Arella): Oh my goodness. This is actually happening. Stay calm, stay calm. No need to show her that you're nervous. You are supposed to be cool, Varziel. (He facepalms in his his mind.)

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(Upon removing Arella's veil): She is so pretty. So pretty. Her eyes. They are so green. Green is my favourite color now. Do I have any green clothes? I need to get some made. Should I make our bedding green too?

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A/N: I'll leave what he was thinking during the skin contact for a flashback (wink wink)