The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 224: A Visit To Hell

Draco growled darkly beneath his breath as he entered the cottage. His eyes burned with a hellish anger and his jaws ticked with unfathomable rage.

At that point, he was undoubtedly sure that whatever strange occurrence that was happening to him, was the devil’s doing and it was time to finally pay him a visit in hell.

Staring at Rama while she slept, his conflicting emotions tore within him, whether he should go or not. He had promised within himself that he would give her memorable moments of a simple life, but it was the reason it provoked him to encounter Lucifer all the more.

Whatever Lucifer was doing to him had to end and now. He wouldn’t want Rama to see him in such an agonizing condition even for a split second. He was well aware of just how good she was at overthinking and no doubt she would fill her head with worry if she saw him like that one day.

"I’m so sorry, but I’ll be right back." He whispered beneath his breath as he kissed her softly on her forehead.

Moving his feet back, a vortex of darkness swallowed his form until he dissipated into thin air, disappearing into the realm of the underworld.

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{In The Underworld}

A cloud of black mists appeared in the underworld, intensifying within the space until his form emerges out. Scrutinizing the ominous vicinity, his jaws clenched. He still remembered it as it was, the first day he had paid a visit to his father in the underworld, was the day he caused havoc. freewēbnoveℓ.com

It was a haunting panorama of vast, cavernous chambers and winding tunnels carved into the very core of the earth. Glistening obsidian crystals hang ominously overhead, dripping with a viscous, luminescent liquid that provides the only source of ethereal light in this desolate abyss. This eerie luminescence casts eerie shadows that dance upon the cavern walls, painting an eerie tapestry of shifting shapes and twisted forms.

The architecture of this infernal realm was a fusion of haunting beauty and grotesque decay. Massive, towering structures, reminiscent of forgotten civilizations, loom amidst the darkness, their crumbling facades adorned with intricate carvings that tell tales of ancient wars and lost civilizations. Yet, these structures are marred by the passage of time, with decay creeping over their once-majestic edifices, leaving them to crumble into obscurity.

As he looks around reminiscingly, he hears shoe clinking against the marble floor as it approaches him. Tilting his head to the side, he sees a demoness in revealing clothes walking towards him with hips swaying like the body of a serpent.

Closing the distance between them, she bows with a serpentine grace as she speaks, "Welcome my prince..." Before she could say another word, he walked past her with a blank look, leaving her to stutter.

He wasn’t in the mood for hospitality of any sort, he was seeing red, infuriated on what Lucifer was doing to him.

As he moves with an eerie grace into the winding path of tunnels, he came across the familiar, foreboding citadel that served as the epicenter of power in the Underworld.

Constructed from blackened stone and veiled in an eternal shroud of darkness, this citadel stands as a testament to the dominion of the dark forces that reign supreme in this desolate realm. It is here that the malevolent ruler, a being of unfathomable darkness and ancient malevolence, resides, orchestrating the machinations that shape the Underworld. It was the devil’s chamber, but when he walked in without an invitation, he was absent.

He was well aware there was only two places that Lucifer would be present at, his chambers or throne, so he strode towards his throne next.

He could hear the clinking of shoes behind him as the demoness followed like a puppy following it’s master. She had tried to engage him in a conversation, but only silence greeted her.

Walking past few demons who were hanging by the corner, some perched on top of the top floor, watching, but as soon as their gazes travelled down to the prince of darkness coming their way, they all bowed deeply, chanting "my prince." Acknowledging the devil’s son’s royal presence.

As he walked past dungeons crafted from flaming bars, his eyes met dark souls wandering in the darkness, their forms lost into the shadowy corners.

Tormented souls, trapped within the underworld, shuffle in the darkness, their anguished whispers filling the air. They cower in fear, knowing the devil’s gaze could fall upon them at any moment, condemning them to further torment. Flaming Chains rattle as they drag across the cold, stone floor, a haunting reminder of their eternal imprisonment.

Visitors who dare to venture into this foreboding realm tremble in terror at the mere sight of the devil upon his throne. The atmosphere crackles with an aura of dread, warning all who approach of the dire consequences of crossing paths with this malevolent ruler.

The denizens of this infernal domain lurk in the shadows, their forms obscured by darkness and their eyes aglow with an eerie luminescence. Some are tormented souls, condemned to wander aimlessly in eternal anguish, while others are monstrous entities, born from the nightmares of mortals and thriving in the depths of this realm.

The air was heavy with the whispers of lost souls and the distant echoes of spectral wails, creating an atmosphere suffused with an eerie sense of despair and impending doom.

It was a place where time lost its meaning, where the boundaries between reality and the supernatural blur, and where the brave few who dare to tread risk becoming ensnared in the eternal embrace of the Underworld’s darkness.

"The Master is in his throne room." The demoness who had been following him around like a human pet spoke, but only stillness replied to her.

Marching towards the throne room, he suddenly barged in without an invitation, his face etched with perceptible anger as he walked in.

It was an eerie place hidden from the light of day. Twisting tunnels and caverns, cloaked in shadows, form the maze-like pathways leading to the heart of this realm. The air was heavy with a musty scent, and an eerie silence hung ominously, broken only by occasional distant echoes.

At the center of the bleak domain sits the throne of the devil, a daunting and imposing structure carved from blackened stone. The throne looms atop a platform, surrounded by flickering torches casting dancing shadows across the walls. Behind the throne, molten lava flows, emitting an eerie glow that illuminates the chamber in an eerie red hue.

The devil, adorned in regal attire woven from darkness itself, sits upon the throne with an air of sinister authority. His form was shrouded in billowing robes, concealing the true extent of his terrifying presence. His obsidian strands of hair seemed to float midair like serpents coiling and writhing, while his golden eyes glowed with an unholy light, harboring an ancient malevolence.

Upon his lap rests a scepter forged from twisted metal, radiating an aura of pure malevolence. The devil’s fingers curl possessively around it, a symbol of his dominion over this realm. His voice, deep and commanding, echoes through the chamber as he issues decrees to his legion of shadowy minions who scuttle about, carrying out his dark bidding.

The demoness was about to announce the return of the prodigal son, when he interrupted with a deep, terrifying voice that made the walls rumble and the earth beneath their feet crack.

"Lucifer!" He called with a thunderous voice reverberating beneath his dark breath.

Lucifer, slowly tilted his head up to look at his son, while dismissing everyone else with a wave of his hand. His minions all scampered out of their sight, their gazes wavering immediately they made eye contact with the devil’s son who was an uncanny semblance to Lucifer.

"Let’s have a drink son." He spoke in his usual calm tone, like a velvet glove concealing the poisonous tip of a dagger.

"I’m not here for a drink, I’m here to confront you about your little tricks!" Draco hissed as he moved closer to him, only to realize how cold and dead his eyes were from up close, not a hint of emotion could be deciphered in his soulless, dark orbs.

"Confront me about what son?" Lucifer queried in a drawled voice, it echoed like an invisible caress to the darkness of his soul, it drew him but he fought to resist nevertheless.

"Don’t. Call me that." Draco hissed between gritted teeth as his eyes glowed with a fiery intensity, one that burned into Lucifer’s gaze, he could feel the heat.

"But you’re my son. Born of my flesh and blood. You do realize that your demonic essence overpowers your vampiric nature, don’t you?" Lucifer pointed out as he slowly ascends from his throne, his robes almost floating as it swayed with elegance while he walked, every step he took left a trail of darkness embedded on the floor.

Standing a few inches away from him, a wicked smile curved the edge of his lips up as Draco found it hard to deny, because he was right, he had always felt it. His demonic nature had always been more palpable, almost as if it was the only essence he could feel as it greatly overpowered his vampiric nature.

He opened his mouth to speak in opposition as smoke flared from his nose, but even his subconsciousness knew how right he was, making it unable for words to form.

And then, the Devil grinned.

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