FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING-Chapter 111: THE ANSWER (4)

Haniel continued to stare at Arella, waiting for her answer.

Finally, she let out a sigh, "If you really must know, I turn five hundred soon."

"How soon?"

"Hey, I already told you too much information. I am not telling you any more." Arella stuck her tongue out at him.

Stuck. Her. Tongue. Out. At. Him.

"You are lying, aren’t you?"

"I guess you will never know, now will you." She gave him a sickly sweet smile.

Haniel was already regretting his decision of allowing this strange angel to talk him into sneaking into the hall of eternity, heaven’s most sacred chamber, and going to the Archon’s mirror to stare into the soul of reality itself.

Good heavens, he was going to be exiled for all of eternity for this, wasn’t he?

"You still need to get used to Kratel’s body, if we are to not be discovered."

"No need to worry about that, I may not get the hang of using his holy power, but if you give me thirty minutes, I should get the hang of using his body."

"Are you sure?"

Although her halo covered her eyes, the brow that she raised was still visible. "Are you for real? I am Arella, daughter of Camael. I never say anything that I am unable to do."

"Fine, thirty minutes. I will go and return these as I see what is going on in the castle."

"Perfect, I will figure out how to take a bath and change out of these clothes before you return, then we will leave to go to the hall of eternity."

Haniel nodded, then quickly gathered the utensils they had used and walked out of the chamber, leaving Arella to whatever plan she had to not look so awkward in a body that did not belong to her.

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(Arella’s pov)

Arella waited until Haniel’s footsteps faded into the hallway before exhaling heavily. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the unfamiliar weight of Kratel’s body and wings settle over her. It felt like she was wearing an ill fitting garment.

It was no wonder she had been struggling to move around properly and why it had been so easy for Haniel to figure out that she and Kratos were no the same person. She did not have any control over the body she was inhabiting. The sheer size of his body made her feel like she was a child once more, one who had donned her brother’s armor when he was so much taller than she was.

Arella stretched out her arms, then spread Kratel’s massive wings again, marveling at the way the feathers shimmered in the light. They were breathtaking, almost as much as the halo that hovered above his head.

However, they were annoying to maneuver in the small space. It all made sense why her father had built such a large house back home in the angel realm. It was all so that he could be able to stretch his wings out in the air.

"Okay Ella. It is just like flying with your wings back home." She muttered to herself as she flapped the wings experimentally, once, then twice.

The tip of one wing smacked into a nearby shelf, knocking over a stack of neatly arranged books. Arella winced as they tumbled to the floor with a loud crash. She froze, looking at the books with wide eyes, then back at the wing, then back at the books, before muttering a low, "Oops."

With a shrug, she turned, only to immediately trip over the hem of Kratel’s robes. She barely caught herself before she could faceplant onto the floor. Although their robes were white, they were much different in style from the ones back in the angel realm.

For one, they pooled up in a circle around Arella, which was the main reason she had tripped. Secondly was the sheer weight of the robes, not to mention they were just sleeping robes. They were heavy to walk around in and Arella was sure they were just as heavy as the wings on her back.

Another difference was the wide sleeves and sash. The sleeves were big enough that she could have hidden a whole rabbit in one if she wished to. On the other hand, the sash that tied the robe together had a number of intricate loops and knots fastening it together.

"This is ridiculous. How does he move around in this thing." She swirled a little, then remembered the hefty robes that Haniel was wearing. She had not taken a good look at it, but she was sure it was not as heavy as the sleeping robes she was wearing.

She glared at her reflection in the mirror, glaring at the robes, as if they had personally offended her, as if if she glared at it, it would fall open of its own volition. Then, with a plan concocted, she grabbed at the fabric, and hoisted it up. The weigh of it was absurd, almost like she was wearing a tapestry or curtain on her body.

Still, she felt the need to take a bath. With new found determination, she tugged at the layers of fabric, only to realize that she would most probably not be able to tug it over her head. Still, she tugged and pulled, and she tripped over the hem of the robe, and her attempt ended up with her landing on the floor with a thud.

"Well then that was a failure," she muttered, allowing herself to lay on her back on the floor, breathing for a while and searching the room with her eyes.

Her gaze landed on an ornate chest in the corner and she stood, almost tripping again in the process, before striding over to the chest and yanking it open. Inside were neatly folded clothes and robes. She sunk her fingers into the soft fabric, pulling a few out, tossing them onto the floor, before finally landing on a pair of neatly folded pants and a tunic. Those were definitely much more reasonable.

"Thank the lands."

She tossed them onto the bed then begun her struggle to take off the robes once more. She twisted and turned, trying to reach her arms over to the back of the robes, but of course, her arms simply did not bend that way. After a few minutes of struggling, she let out a dramatic sigh, and walked to the table that was beside the bed.

On the top was a dagger, which she grabbed with a sigh, "Desperate times."

Carefully, she sliced through the loops, and the robes finally slid off. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside with a victorious huff.

Arella turned back to the mirror, assessing herself. All she wore was undergarments, which she was reluctant to remove. Although she was technically looking at Kratel’s body, it felt foreign. The broadness of his shoulders, the way his long golden hair cascaded down his back, and the halo that bobbed above her eyes.

She tugged at the halo, in an attempt to get it off, but it seemed almost like it was glued onto her head, and was impossible to remove.

Dejected, she let the halo go, and ran a hand through the soft golden locks. "How does he even deal with this hair." She grabbed a fistful of it, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to chop it all of to shoulder length. He definitely needed a haircut.

However, she was not sure how long she would be staying in his body, and hair, unlike clothes, was not so easily replaceable.

How she missed her hair back in her own body.

Then came the real challenge, walking properly.

Arella took in a deep breath, and paced around the chamber, walking to a door which she instinctively knew led to a bath. The room she walked into was much larger than the bedroom she had been sleeping in.

Instead of the bathtub Arella thought it was, there was a large pool of water in front of her. It was filled with warm shimmering water that was infused with light essence, designed to rejuvenate an angel’s holy energy.

A bath was just what she needed. She slipped into the warm water, and allowed the heat to soothe her surprisingly tense muscles. While in the water, she took deep calming breaths and let herself relax for the first time since she had awoken in Kratel’s body. The warmth of the water seeped into her skin, loosening the knots in her shoulders and easing the strain she hadn’t realized she was carrying.