The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 230: Hearthrobbing

Days rolled by silently as they spent their time living in the cottage, reveling in the simplicity and tranquility of the life of normalcy.

It was quiet and nature was as beautiful as ever, never once had she grown tired of staring at the burning sun hidden beneath the frothy clouds or the mesmerizing silver moon in a blanket of silvery skies.

But the view from the hill was even more mesmerizing as they were closer to view. Doing simple things with Draco were things she would always cherish and hold on to, sometimes they would sit by the mystical lake and just stare silently at the moon, other times he would unfurl his powerful wings and they would fly away into the skies until they were looking at the world from above.

It was always a mesmerizing sight to behold, looking at the beauty of the world below them, but the sky seemed more beautiful. The Aurora Borealis spreading shades of colours across the skies like a kaleidoscope of rainbows, enacted an ethereal scenery in the sky as it rained its light across the sky with splendor.

On the simplest things they carried out together, be it cooking or merely cuddling, her countenance was a reflection of unbridled joy, illuminated by the simplicity of life and her profound connection with Draco.

She possessed an unparalleled appreciation for the natural world surrounding her sanctuary. She found solace in the delicate dance of leaves in the gentle breeze, the melody of birdsong that orchestrates the morning, and the vibrant hues painting the sky during sunset. To Rama, the marvels of the world are treasures to be cherished with her lover, drawing immense pleasure from the simplest of things.

In their abode, away from the tumultuous troubles of the world and the menacing forces of the paranormal, Rama revels in the tranquility and beauty of her surroundings. The interwoven vines and flowers adorning the cottage structure speak of a union between mystic enchantments and the serene simplicity of rustic life.

Rama’s joy was infectious, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes, resonating through the cottage and beyond, dispersing any hint of darkness that dared to linger. Her gentle demeanor and compassionate heart served as a beacon of hope, soothing even the most darkest depths of his soul.

Though bound by the ties of an otherworldly connection with the devil’s son, her spirit remains untouched by the darkness that veils him. Instead, she showers him with unwavering love, a love that seeks to illuminate even the darkest recesses of his soul.

In the embrace of their haven, she finds her truest happiness, an unassuming life, away from the precarious forces of the supernatural.

She would gape in wonder and awe at the amazing sights, but the lovely, mystical sceneries he had unveiled to her became even more exceptional with his presence there.

Although she was satisfied with the peace treaty between Draco and his father, she couldn’t help but become troubled by the thought that he would be a part of their future child’s life.

What ifs echoed constantly in her head about the pessimistic events that could transpire if their future child was drawn to the side of darkness, what if Lucifer successfully led him into temptation using the darkness within them as their vulnerable point break?

What if he successfully poisoned his mind and made them join him? After all, it wasn’t impossible or unlikely to happen especially when they were dealing with the Devil. He was tricky, cunning and a liar.

Her intrusive thoughts stimulated the introspection that the only reason he signed up for a peace treaty was to easily manipulate their child as he would undoubtedly be close to them that way. Even as much as she tried to calm her nerve wrecked mind, she was bothered about what the future held in store for them and what the future would hold in store for their future child brought into this vile and unforgiving world.

Even as much as she wanted to trust the Devil and think positively about the peace treaty, warning bells chimed at the back of her head.

It was simply ludicrous to trust the devil himself, every single air he breathed out held a perilous conspiracy behind it, his tongue was that of a serpent’s, filled with venomous lies and wicked promises.

She wanted to believe but she couldn’t, not the devil.

Amidst all the growing tension in her heart, she shoved it aside as she created blissful memories with the man she loved, not a single day fleeted by without her heart fluttering with happiness and her mind soothed with serendipity.

Meanwhile, Draco was unnerved about the intensifying pain stabbing his heart. With each passing day, the discomfort and burning pain grew, but he managed to hide it from Rama, wearing a mask of indifference, although her instincts were promising, so she had once or twice noticed and pointed out that something was amiss with him, but of course he denied blatantly, while he hid the pain with a fake smile.

Worrying was the last thing he wanted from her when he was supposed to keep her happy and make unforgettable memories together.

On another ordinary yet magical evening yet again, Rama was busy watching as the fresh, red roses bloom in their small garden underneath the moonlight.

Her attention was suddenly splitted when she heard the cottage door open with Draco coming out as he approached her with a lingering charming grin that curved the edges of his lips up and she returned it with twinkling eyes, but as he took another step closer, the smile on his face abruptly fell and his face contorted into a grimace, while holding his chest in discomfort.

She watched him in confusion as he writhed in agony, scarlet tendrils slithering across his revealed chest, coiling around his heart. The malevolent threads, imbued with infernal energy, inflicted torment on him, their macabre touch draining his strength. His once proud demeanor waned as the tendrils constricted around his weakened heart, suffusing it with an otherworldly, searing pain.

Within his chest, a symphony of torment unfolded within out of his body. Each pulsating beat of his heart felt like a battle cry against the invasive tendrils.

The fiery, serpentine coils seemed to dance over his skin, leaving a scorching trail reminiscent of molten lava coursing through his veins. Their touch elicited a heat so intense that it felt as though his very blood had transformed into a seething torrent of liquid fire.

In the state of his crucial suffering, he grappled with the excruciating sensation, his body contorting in agony. Beads of sweat formed upon his brow, trickling down his flushed face like fiery tears. His once-regal countenance contorted into a visage of anguish, his eyes, normally ablaze with defiance, now mirrored the inferno raging within.

The tendrils, a manifestation of dark magic mixed with demonic influence, seemed to possess a malevolent sentience, relentlessly tormenting the host. They slithered with sinister intent, entwining around his heart as if seeking to corrupt its very essence. With every heartbeat, the tendrils tightened their grip, their crimson hue contrasting sharply against the paleness of the Draco’s skin.

Despite the torment, an innate resilience flickered within him. His willpower, tested by the relentless onslaught, remained unbroken. Through gritted teeth, he stifled cries of agony, refusing to succumb to the malevolent forces assailing him. His mind, a fortress amidst the chaos, sought to endure the searing pain that threatened to consume him whole.

Despite his valiant efforts to resist, the overwhelming agony proved insurmountable. His strength waned as the tendrils continued their sinister dance, manipulating his body’s functions, and causing his heartbeat to falter and weaken. Each throb of his heart echoed with excruciating pain, amplifying the torment that now felt inescapable.

With a final, desperate gasp, the devil’s son succumbed to the overwhelming anguish. His consciousness slipped away as darkness encroached, enveloping him in an abyss of unconsciousness.

His body, now limp and motionless, lay sprawled on the unforgiving ground, a testament to the merciless power of the malevolent forces at play.

As he lay unconscious, the tendrils slowly retracted, their fiery glow diminishing until they faded away entirely, leaving behind the devil’s son, seemingly lifeless. Yet, an eerie silence hung in the air, hinting at the ominous uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Rama’s limbs froze with dread that surged through her body like a fatal torrent as she watched Draco go through the unforgiving state of torment for a few seconds before he lost consciousness.

Her lips quivered and her ragged breath rippled through the air as she looked at his body with wide eyes in a state of shock, her brain failing to function for a few seconds, making her unable to access the confusing situation until the universe decided to snap her back to reality.

Heart throbbing intensely, she fell on her knees beside his limp body, tears cascading down her cheeks silently as she gave him a vigorous shake.

"Draco!!" She shrieked in horror.

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