Armiel; the fallen ANGEL

I sat on the armchair I was forced into by the maids, trying to hold up the tears that filled in my eyes.

I remained in front of the vanity as they dolled me up for what was seen as my big day, but to me, I felt it was just the beginning of everlasting torture. I had no say in the last and youngest daughter of Ulous the angel lord.

I still couldn't adhere to the thoughts that I was getting married to the third prince of the demon realm, in the books I've read about my family's history, it has been written that demons and angels had never had good ties between them.

I stood in quiet silence as they strapped on very tight corsets to push out my curves. Moments after the styling process, I studied myself in the mirror feeling nervous and uncomfortable with my looks.

I was already sick of the whole experience before the ceremony even started and I felt like eloping from it all, but I knew that wasn't going to be easy so I had to accept my faith.

Although I looked very pretty with all the makeup I had on which added more to my beauty, I admired the facial part of me that I saw through the mirror's lens, but what made me uncomfortable the most was the heavy but nicely styled dress and the bulky pieces of jewelry.

"My princess don't you love the dress or is something wrong with the makeup," one of the maids asked. "Not at all, it looks great," I said with a faked smile.

"My goodness I thought something went wrong, but since you love the way you look it means you approve of it" the other maids responded.

I became more nervous as the maids walked me out of the room into the hall which was filled with light and darkness, the hall was crowded with demon and angel guests and elf ushers and caterers.

The room was bumming in a murmur as I made my steps down the stairs, I took every step smoothly avoiding the intimidating death glares of the demons.

My feet trembled as I was about to take the last steps, which almost made me face down to the ground.

I felt a physique structure around me saving me from the fall, I took a deep scent of the figure as it made me balance, which made me sense his aura and mind.

I closed my eyes trying to get into his thoughts but the force was too strong which held me back from reaching his PowerPoint.

He shoved me backward after realizing my actions and all I could get from was a sense of high power and a glimpse of his brown eyes.

"He must be a member of the demon realm" I judged by what I sensed in his energy.

My father held up his glass clicking it with a golden spoon attracting the attention of the guests.

According to the scripture which has been written, since the birth of Armiel, I had made a promise to the demon realm to give her off to the demons through a marriage between her and the third prince of the demon clan on her 19th birthday.

Now the day has come for me, Ulous the angel lord to fulfill my promise by fully handing over my last daughter Armiel to Azrael the third prince of the demon clan.

I felt a sting in my heart by my father's words, which made me sad than I was. "does this mean he is happy about my marriage to the demon prince" I soliloquized.

Everyone cheered while the demon just fixed their death stares on me, which made me feel like their stares could make their way to my heart and rip it off.

Silence and darkness filled the room as the third prince was called to seal the knot of our marriage.

He walked at a very slow pace and everyone stood to welcome him including my father, after noticing everyone's actions I stood to my feet as well.

I stood my head down as he walked towards me, my palms suddenly became sweaty than usual as a result of the nervousness, which continued to grow in me.

I slowly rose my head up as I noticed a familiar scent and energy, part of the powers which I had that no other angel has, is been the ability to read the minds of demons.

I got trapped on a spot by his sight and was severely captivated by his brown eyes, he had an evil glare in his eyes but deeply I see something bright but I couldn't figure.

I began to smile before him as I flashed back to the moment when he caught me from the stairs.

I was so lost in my daydream, that I forgot there was a wedding going on.

"I mean my wedding".

I trembled as he took hold of my sweaty palm and kissed my knuckles.

He just let go of my hands after the kiss without any expression or emotion.

My father made the seal and the elves began to serve the guests.

Azrael just sat next to me plainly without any words, until we both were served lunch and he asked me to pass the bread bowl.

Suddenly after my mad-in thought blowout, he smirked grimily afterward.

Then I realized he could read my mind also.

My cheeks turned red instantly as I ate the rest of my food silently.