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?
