The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 255: Looming Darkness

The air was unclear with the uncertainty brought about by Rama’s presence on the reason she was at the castle rather than with Draco, but without saying a word, they hurriedly put on their dresses and then, rushed out of the room.

As they exited the chamber, they came to meet Rama standing a few meters away from the door as she leaned against the wall with her head hung low.

Even though her face was hidden from sight, her overcast demeanor was palpable as the air of dismay clung over her.

"Rama." Malika called as they approached her and she swiftly tilted her head in their direction while she stood straight.

"What happened?" Zamiel cut in with a straight face as he surveyed the entire area with a swift glance, as he noticed Draco’s absence.

"I brought him back, he’s in our chamber." Rama indicated, immediately noticing his searching eyes.

"What happened to him?" Zamiel queried immediately as he weighed the situation. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"I don’t know. One moment he was fine and then, the next, red veins appeared on his chest, he was in pain, then he fell unconscious. I didn’t know what to do so I brought him back." As hard as she tried to regain her composure and explain what had happened, her emotions betrayed her as her voice quivered with fear and her jade eyes brimmed with tears.

Zamiel’s brows furrowed and his eyes darkened as he heard her speak. Without saying a word, he took quick strides toward their chamber while Rama and Malika both followed.

"Everything will be fine." Malika assured her as they trod down the corridors and she meekly nodded, unable to say a word or her trembling voice would betray her.

Arriving at their chamber, Zamiel pushed the door open and they walked into the room to see Draco lying unconscious on the bed. Rama, beside him could feel the gloaming aura of Zamiel darken even more when his eyes shifted to him.

Zamiel was unnerved, unnerved because it was evidently visible that Draco had being weakened, through whatever means he was unaware of. Draco in his weakened state was enough to plunge them all into a state of hysteria and disarray.

If Draco was incapable of taking out the devil, then there would be no entity strong enough to stand against him, and there would be no match comparable to him. It would be blatant suicide for Malika if she refused the devil’s offer, more so since he was now weak in comparison to his past self.

Things were fast becoming awry, their obscure paths were fast becoming twisted and entwined with an unfathomable danger they could not evade.

Lucifer was simply an enemy they could not afford to make, especially in that inauspicious situation they were trapped in. Knowing or not, they were all ensnared in the devil’s web of temptation and incomprehensible deception, turning them away from the real danger while they solely focused on their desires, all while using their Achilles heel against them. Their mates.

Moving toward Draco, he studied him keenly and then with slow movement, he flicked his shirt open to reveal his bare chest with crimson veins intersecting over his pale skin. They seemed to writhe and pulsate with a life of it’s own as they glowed and dimmed constantly while it slowly faded.

"He told me he had made a peace treaty with his father, but I don’t know what to believe anymore, after all his father is the only one strong enough to do whatever it is he did to him." Rama spoke in a distant murmur under her breath.

Zamiel sighed heavily, almost a soft growl floating beneath his lips as he spoke out "It’s the shadow bane dagger."

Rama was about to speak, but he interrupted as he cut in "It’s a thought, I’m not fully sure about my theory, but it seems to be the only logical thought if Lucifer has nothing to do with it." Zamiel implied as he dips his hand into his trouser pockets while maintaining his gaze on Draco.

"What makes you think it isn’t Lucifer?" Rama asked, her voice heavy with panic and a mixture of uncertainty.

"He uses a different technique to strike down his opponent, he’s not this cowardly and also, I can feel the core energy radiating from the source of what weakens him. It’s forged from the ancient, forbidden sorcery of the dark witches and his own blood essence." Zamiel pointed out.

"So what do we do? Will he wake up? The silver witch queen can help, can’t she?" Rama queried in desperation.

"I’m afraid not, it’s not that easy Rama, but he’ll wake up soon. The shadow bane dagger is powerful but still not strong enough to deplete a significant amount of his energy." Zamiel assured.

"But still, he lost consciousness. It’s getting worse." She said, her voice ebbing into a faint murmur from panic.

"He just needs enough rest, he’ll feel better when he wakes up and feeds. The shadow bane dagger’s effect has a time limit." Zamiel remarked, but his instincts warned him that the devil was sure to finally strike before the effects of the shadow bane dagger would wane out.

After all, it wasn’t unforeseen. With Draco being weakened, he was sure to win the fight with the help of Morwana if Malika agreed to free her from her endless imprisonment. But if not, even with the shadow bane dagger’s effect, he still wouldn’t be able to overpower Draco, especially not when he would go berserk with a relentless zeal to protect his mate.

For a split moment, Zamiel thought twice about persuading Malika to do the devil’s bidding. He hesitated when he pieced the puzzles together and figured out the devil’s treacherous schemes.

Pressing much thoughts on it, he shoved his hesitation aside as he thought of Malika, his mate whom he had to protect with his life no matter what, even if he had to sacrifice Draco.

In a mumble he said "I have something to take care of." before exiting the room.

Rama, unaware of his absence or anyone’s presence whatsoever, sat on the edge of the bed beside Draco while she watched him.

"Rama." She heard Malika’s mellifluous, buttery voice ring behind her. She could hear the huffing of her feet as she approaches her.

"Everything was going perfectly, I thought everything will be fine from then on but now I realize that nothing ever will be, not as long as we’re together." Rama said without turning to face her as her gaze was strictly fixated on Draco’s subconscious figure.

"I’ll leave you alone." Malika said with a low voice as she retreats to the door, but then she halts and looks back at Rama as she whispers before leaving "I’ll make it right, I promise."

Rama’s hand extended to his face, hovering for a second midair before touching his face as she traces the hard contours and silhouette of his chiseled face. A bittersweet smile grazed her lips as she stared at him.

Caressing his cheek with a delicate, feather like touch, she sniffed back the tears threatening to erupt from her eyes. Her gaze narrowed down to his chest area where the crimson veins were slowly fading away and she sighed in relief.

Crawling on the bed delicately, she snuggled close to him as she rested her face on the nook of his neck while constantly inhaling his spicy scent.

She closed her eyes to sleep but the vivid memories of his anguish filled face before he lost consciousness tampered with her mind like a tempest sea.

Her delicate features were etched with worry, the weight of her concern evident in the furrowed lines upon her brow.

As the minutes passed, she became even more restless. Scampering out of the bed, she cast furtive glances toward Draco as she hovers above him, her gaze betraying a mix of fear and determination.

Rama’s fingers nervously traced the intricacies of the ornate ruby pendant that hung around her neck, a symbol of her unwavering commitment to him.

As she paced the chamber, the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows upon the stone walls, a visual metaphor of the darkness that threatened to engulf their world. Rama’s worry stemmed not from the lack of faith in their bond, but from the daunting challenges that lay ahead, the whispers of the devil’s dreadful promises, the lurking dangers, and the relentless pursuit of those who sought to sever the bond between her and Draco.

With a heavy sigh, Rama sank onto a cushioned seat, her thoughts swirling like a tempestuous storm. She clutched the pendant tightly, seeking solace in its familiarity, a tangible reminder of the love and loyalty that bound her to Draco. Her heart ached with the burden of uncertainty, for the path ahead offered no guarantees, only an uncharted landscape fraught with trials.

Despite her fears, a glimmer of determination flickered in Rama’s eyes. She refused to succumb to despair, drawing strength from her unwavering resolve to stand by his side, come what may. Her worry transformed into a steely resolve, a silent promise to weather the storms and navigate the treacherous path together.

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