NARRATOR POV
A long corridor extended, the shoulders of the people standing tense and their attention fixed on the front of the room; no one dared to raise their gaze as an imposing aura radiated from the front. As if it were an ancient creature waiting to rise from the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, taking the sight in front of him, releasing a sigh before speaking, "So the Saintess has birthed a new saint." aura radiated from his speech, his eyes slid down to where a figure stayed still, bowed to the lowest he could get. As he felt his gaze land on him, his entire body started to shiver as he formulated his answer to the question he was asked. His voice Shaked as he replied "Your highness it was stated when she was born she was the Saintess but her body reacted only to magic not holy power my lord it is unfortunate that she left at a critical time for the kingdom we ha...." the king eye darkened at the reminder of the past killing aura flowed out of him like a river flowing on a normal day suffocating most of his subjects cutting the man short of his words. The king slowly rose from his throne. "Find them both," he let out his order immediately. All his subjects bowed down and scurried off from the room as the king sank back to his seat, assuming his dormant pose once again.
Ariel sank into his bed as exhaustion claimed him. He lay down as his hands rubbing his throat calmly something felt off that feeling of being controlled seemed weak it seemed as if his life being an angel was a dream all along, he could feel it even after he was born but he felt the hold HE had on him had weakened significantly as if it was never there now just a remnant of the past but it was still present. He increased the pace at which he rubbed, which evolved to scratching as he intensified his scratches his claws grew out and his scales came out to prevent too much off and injury, his breath shortened to gasp then he felt it again that hold on his throat was back again but it was slipping this time he could not hold him completely he felt the creature in him roar in protects to the hold as his grow darker as seconds flow by, he had little control over his body let the creature slowly corrupting his mind demanding a more violent approach to their current problem.
Areil slowly lifted off the bed as his pupils began to dilate; mana radiated off his body like waves. He was suspended in the air with his hand still in his throat, his skin glowing from scales trying to shoot out of his skin. The pain was unbearable, yet he held his screams in as if to avoid startling a baby. He relentlessly clawed at his own neck as everything suspended in the air with him came to a halt. At that time, he lost to the creature in him; his body was left in the air for a few seconds before dropping harshly back onto the bed, followed by all objects in the room. He took a breath in greedily as he soothed his neck, as if he just escaped from a guillotine. He slowly closed his eyes when his body instinctively; he felt a sense of peace before sleep finally consumed him