King Varziel softly chuckled, his fingers tracing soft patterns over Arella's skin. His touch made her shiver slightly every time. "You will absolutely be alive, my queen. It is not as... savage as I think you might be imagining." As if to prove his point, he took a light nip of her shoulder. "The bite will not drain any blood to any dangerous extent, just enough for our energies to merge together. It will also be a mark of permanence. I will not get another partner for as long as I live. I am not sure if the same will apply to you, seeing as you are an angel."
Arella tilted her head, processing his words, "Symbolic? How does that work exactly?"
"It forms a bond; in our case, your holy power and my demonic energy will merge, and in turn our bond will be deepened. Those who have the ability to see auras or sense bonds may very well be able to see the bond better though."