The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 211: Revealed

It was an awkward moment as they stood around, neither saying a word for a prolonged moment that seemed to make her suffocate in the silence, until finally, he broke it.

"You have a lot of questions to ask, so ask child." Michael, her grandfather spoke, his harmonic voice was soothing but hard.

She fiddled with her dress nervously, while darting her eyes around before clearing her throat as she spoke "I have a lot of questions, but I don’t know what to say." She confessed meekly.

"Let’s have a walk in the garden then." He suggested with a bright smile as he stretched his hand to her.

Her gaze darted from his face to her hand and hesitating slightly, she took it as he led her out of the room to the garden.

The moment her hands touched his, she sensed a celestial warmth pulsating from his skin, emanating to her, an odd sense of tranquility.

Arriving at the garden, she felt more at ease as the serenity of the wind merged with the symphony of his tranquil nature.

"I want to know everything, I mean, as much as you can tell me about my family." She blurted out, her young eyes staring with curiosity.

Watching him intently, his demeanor seemed to darken as he stared out into space for a few seconds before dropping his gaze back on her face.

"You are a replica of your grandmother, as you already know, she was my mate." He paused for a moment before speaking. "As a human, she aged and died after giving birth to your mother, there’s not really much to talk about." She saw a muscle in his jaws tick.

"How did my mother die?" She queried with a low voice.

He sighed out wearily, she could see hesitation in his eyes to speak as he pressed his lips in a straight line, reluctant to spew out any word.

Her brows furrowed as she sensed a wrong turn leading into the story.

"What happened to my mother?" She demanded with fierce eyes, her timid countenance faded to be replaced with a bold, curiosity filled one.

"Your mother died after giving birth to you." He revealed and her mouth hung open as her eyes dilated with shock, never would she have been ready to hear such a horrendous news.

"W-What? I killed my mother?!" She shrieked, her heart drumming loudly in her ears as the tension in the air drummed with dread.

"Of course not, you didn’t kill her. Immediately you were born, the midwives witnessed your eyes glowing, they were terrified, thinking you were a witch. The moment the other villagers heard of it, they marched down to where your mother had given birth to you and..." He trailed off, but her heart clenched with invisible claws gripping at it, aware of what he wanted to say.

"They killed her..." Her voice came out in a broken whisper from her quivering lips as tears filled the brim of her large eyes.

She sniffed as she continued with the questions, her teary eyes looking at him in curiosity "What about me? Why didn’t they kill me and where we’re you when all this happened?" She tried to harden her breaking voice but her body was under the subconscious influence of her emotions as tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

"Your aunt was present, and while the place was in a turmoil, she took you and ran away, but your mother couldn’t, I’m sorry." He said, a flicker of emotion could be heard in his voice but at that moment the pain stabbing through her fragile heart broke her.

"Sorry?" She scoffed angrily, as she hissed at him between her gnashing teeth. "If you were sorry, you would have done something, she was your daughter and my mother!" She yelled angrily, her chest rising and falling with rage as the world turned red.

"Malika." He called softly, but she was out of reason.

"Don’t! You’re just like the rest of them! Why couldn’t you help her?! Why couldn’t you help us! We were your family!" Her voice cracked into smattering pieces as the last sentence rolled off her lips.

"I couldn’t, it’s against the rules to be involved in human business."

"Rules? I don’t understand what rules have to do with any of this, what rules say you can’t help your own family?" Her voice was low, but the dangerous caution in it was apparent, her blood was boiling with rage.

"I am a celestial being, an archangel, I’m not above the laws of the celestial realm." He remarked.

She shook her head with an empty laughter "You should have thought about that when you were with my grandmother."

"Malika, I’m here now, give me a chance to make things right."

"It’s too late. I never want to see your face again!" She hissed between gritted teeth as she tore the pendant from her neck and threw it at him.

Forbidding to stay in the same space with him for another second, she walked past him, seething with fury. Michael watched her retreating figure as she disappeared into the vampire castle, her new home. It was unnerving to watch his granddaughter live there, but she was safe in the hands of the devil’s son, which was even more ludicrous.

Angels and demons had been ancestral enemies, yet the demon prince of hell was keeping his granddaughter safe, thanks to his mate who turned out to be her family and sister.

He picked up the pendant she threw at him, he knew better than to show his face to her again. She was enraged and he knew all too well that she wouldn’t hesitate to kill him on seeing his face.

Unfurling his large white wings, a bright light engulfed his form and he vanished into thin air, returning back to his celestial realm. Her tears had struck a vulnerable cord within him, but he couldn’t change the past. He reasoned whatever had happened was for the best, after all he would still watch her.

Malika marched angrily to her chamber, slamming the door behind her, she slumped on the bed while she buried her face into her pillow as she let out muffled cries, soaking the sheets with her tears.

All her life, she was meant to believe by her aunt that her mother had died from a natural cause of death, an unfortunate incident on an unfortunate soul, but now hearing the truth, it was harder to digest, heavier to carry and difficult to let go.

The humans had killed her mother, burned her to death on a stake after she was born. She could think of nothing else more ruthless than what they had done to her mother, she was seething with unfathomable rage, a rage that was incomparable and the only way for her rage to be satiated and released from her heart was revenge.

Her hands itched to be soaked with the blood of her mother’s murderers, she wanted revenge, an eye for an eye, she didn’t want to bury the hatchet, she simply couldn’t.

She could still remember when her aunt told her stories of her mother, of the uncanny semblance between the both of them to every last inch, their sun kissed curls, golden eyes, snow white skin, every last detail was the exact same and sometimes her aunt would stare at her and wonder out if she was a reincarnation of her dead mother.

She could now understand the glooming sadness in her aunt’s eyes whenever she spoke of her mother, her death had been a trauma and her aunt had to take on the burden of protecting her secret to her grave.

Her fists clenched as the venom of revenge were infused into her blood, she could vividly remember her mother’s hometown, it was a small, secluded village in the heart of the Blackthorne kingdom.

How coincidental, she thought inwardly.

Having cried her soft eyes out, she drifted into the world of slumber. Long hours later, she woke up with a slight headache and when she looked out at the window, the clouds were dark and the candle lights in her room were already snuffed out.

Clambering out of the bed, she looked around the dark room in a dazed state, but when the memories of earlier came to her, her eyes blurred with tears. She desperately touched her empty neck where there was no pendant, it had made her feel secured, but now she felt free.

Running her fingers into her hair in exasperation, she exited her chambers as her legs moved on its own accord towards an unknown destination, but subconsciously, she knew exactly where she was going.

Moving across the corridors and taking turns, she finally came to a halt in front of a lone door in a lone corridor. Hovering her hand hesitantly, she knocked once, twice and then it swung open to reveal lord Zamiel standing tall with squared shoulders and a straight face, but when his eyes met hers, he tensed.

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