The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 267: A Millenia Or Two

As the wind sang mournful choruses that synchronized with the sorrowful echo of Zamiel’s empty heart, an iridescent fog materialized out of thin air in the middle of the tragic setting.

As the cloudy mist cleared out, the silver witch queen along with a male white witch clad in silver armor emerged from it. Her luminescent presence unfurling in the shadows suddenly provoked a radiant aura that bathed the cursed grounds of the forest with a rather auspicious glow, but the overwhelming darkness soon overshadowed her light.

Scrutinizing the state of the desolate land, her silvery grey brows creased with dismay and when her gaze darted around to accidentally fall on Malika’s decapitated body, she looked away with a sorrowful expression.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes for a second before opening them with a glum countenance, unable to hide her downcast demeanor at the tragic exhibition, no one needed to disclose to her what had transpired beforehand.

Raising her palm, she gestured for her bodyguard to halt as she approached Zamiel who didn’t seem to recognize her presence as he knelt with his head hung low. She couldn’t even imagine the state of torment he was reveling in at the moment.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she halted a few meters away from him, to avoid provoking him in his vulnerable state of distress, as he was undoubtedly going through grief.

Breathing out softly, she crouched down to his level as she called out his name delicately "Zamiel."

Not a whiff of response was stimulated from him as he remained unwavering in his kneeling position, he would have looked like an unmoving statue poised to remain static, if not for his hazel locks that billowed softly with the wind.

Without pressuring him anymore to answer, she stayed silent for a moment in reverence to his pain ridden silence.

"I can’t feel your pain, but my deepest condolences." She broke the silence after a short moment of stillness, but still, there was no sort of reaction elicited from him.

"Lucifer hibernated Draco for a millennia or two, I know you have no reason to live, but the kingdom needs you, most of all, Draco needs you for when he awakens. If Rama does before he does, he’ll go berserk and you know what happens then." She remarked in a soft tone, but there was still no response or reaction from the numb demon.

Sighing, she continued. Even though he did not say a word, she was well aware he was aware of her presence and listening to her, although he was lost in a different world of nightmarish torment, she hoped a tiny fragment of his mind was rational enough to listen or perhaps adhere to her words.

Finally, he reacted as he slowly lifted his head up to cast her a sinister look, one that made her blood run cold with terror "And what makes you think I won’t go berserk right now after my mate was murdered in front of me? Because I’m the rational one?" His voice dripped with a terrifying chill, like uncoated poison.

"Not for your rationality, but balance. If not for balance, do it for Draco. You owe him your life, he might just be a different devil but he’s saved you more times than we could count." She intoned with a confident demeanor as she tried to hide her fear.

Glaring from beneath his lashes, a menacing growl floated from under his breath as he said "No one can save me now."

"Do you want my help?" She offered with a sympathetic countenance with softened eyes as she extended her hand toward him.

She couldn’t comprehend even the faintest flicker of torment that engulfed his soul, but she could imagine the indescribable pain that would envelop him to lose someone who meant the world to him, so she suggested an easier yet difficult route, it was the least she could do for him.

In silence, he shot her a glowering side look and then averted his gaze from her as he stared out into the perpetual void of darkness that resembled his overshadowed soul.

"Let me take away a fragment of her memories, you deserve it." She persuaded in a low tone, her silver eyes brimming with empathy. She was unable to take away the pain and eternal torment he was ensnared in, but at least she could take away a sliver of it and help his pain subside.

Shooting her a side look, he replied with an indifferent scowl "You can erase my memories but you can’t erase the pain away neither can you fill the growing void in my soul."

"It’s not meant to fill it, it’s meant to help you deal with the pain. You’re an ancient demon, you can’t kill yourself and the only beings capable of killing you are unable to. Lucifer is punishing you with living while Draco is in a state of hibernation, I doubt you’ll be free anytime soon, let me help you Zamiel." The silver witch queen coaxed with her swaying words. freeweɓnovel-cøm

A guttural growl flared out of Zamiel’s lips as he abruptly jolted up on his feet with a firm but unpredictable movement as he shot deathly glares that seemed to burn into her silver eyes.

Whimpering with startled movements, she flinched back and the unsheathing of the blade from her guard could be heard from behind, but she quickly stood on her feet and gestured for him to halt before turning around to face Zamiel who was rather like a ticking time bomb, waiting for a little much only to explode in splattering bits.

"I don’t need your help, there’s no saving me, I’m a lost cause and you will be soon if you don’t get out of my sight." Zamiel’s countenance twisted into a grimace as he hissed drearily, the words dripping with malevolence and an unspoken promise of doom that would fall upon her in a smattering amount of time.

But amidst the unspeakable anguish etched on his chiseled face, she saw a flitting essence of grief and guilt glinting in his crimson orbs.

Gulping heavily, she nodded in a frantic state as she moved toward Rama who was lying on the cold floor in an unconscious state as she gestured for her guard to come over.

"I’ll take the Queen until Draco awakens, that is if she survives until then." She concluded while he watched with the silent gaze of a predator.

The guard gently cradled Rama in his arms and they proceeded to leave. Conjuring her powers, a luminescent glow shimmered around them as a hazy cloud of white mists enveloped their forms.

Giving him a silent nod, the white mist enveloped them and they disappeared from the scenery, leaving Zamiel to stand alone in the middle of the ruination that had taken place.

His jaws clenched when he forced himself to look at the decapitated body of his mate and then his eyes narrowed to her bloodied, ripped wings lying beside her on the floor. She didn’t deserve to die, she didn’t but she was and there was nothing he could do about it rather than attaining vengeance for his beloved.

He couldn’t kill the devil, but there were ways to hurt him.

On a lone night, a few days after Malika’s unforeseen death in a mystical lake under the dim moonlight, he prepared a discreet burial for her. She deserved to be given a proper burial.

He laid her on a wooden pyre while her body was concealed with white roses covering it beautifully.

He stood still for a long moment, just watching and staring blankly at the wooden pyre with a numb expression, his eyes dead and unfeeling but no amount of numbness could ebb the sorrow sufficient his heart and the clawed hands of torment devouring his soul.

After a long moment of reveling in the nostalgic memories storming his head and reliving the wistful moments which were now rather bittersweet, he gave the wooden pyre a slight push and sent it floating away.

In the next heartbeat, a roaring flame was stimulated to devour the wooden pyre while it floated as the thick smoke danced up to the skies and he watched until the pyre was pulverized to nothing but ash.

His eyes mechanically dropped on Archangel Michael who was watching from a far away distance as he stood atop a hill, his celestial brilliance was hard to go unnoticed but he didn’t seem to be hiding his presence.

Zamiel merely glanced away as he left the area and went back to the castle. Striding down the halls, he went straight to the eerie, abyssal crypt where Draco was forced into a millennia of endless slumber.

He stood in front of Draco who was suspended in midair with an otherworldly dark essence shrouding him as the blazing chains licked his searing flesh.

"I’ll be waiting for you awakening, so we can have our revenge." Zamiel uttered darkly, his crimson eyes scorching with an unfathomable rage.

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