The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 145: Crimson Moon Carnival

Chapter 145: Crimson Moon Carnival

Pacing around in her private chamber, she thought of waiting for him there, but she reasoned he might not be able to find her, so she went back to their chamber and waited for him throughout the night until sleep overwhelmed her, but she never caught a glimpse of his shadow that night neither did her eyes graze him the next morning.

She slept with a heavy heart and a hollow soul sufficed with disappointment, loneliness and longing. The night had never felt colder, never felt more lonely than then.

She missed the heat of his body against hers while they cuddled in bed, while his hands were wrapped around her waist possessively like he never wanted to let her go or his hot breath fanning the nape of her neck, and his intoxicating spicy scent filling her nostrils.

She needed him badly and she didn’t doubt it.

After being dolled up as usual in the morning, she hesitantly went to the dining hall, but still he was nowhere to be found, fortunately she did not come across those sly demons, but the disappointment seeped into her veins like poison.

She wondered where he had been, where he was at that moment and most importantly, why he had been avoiding her.

Maybe his conscience pricked him about his betrayal, leaving him unable to face her with a heavy heart sufficed of guilt? Her intrusive thoughts kicked in.

Or perhaps he was still reeling in the guilt that he had almost drained her dry from his lack of self control and now, he was avoiding her to protect her from his demons.

That sounded more plausible to her, but if he was going to avoid her like that for the rest of his life, then she might as well be considered a widow from this point onward.

As much as worry flooded her heart for him, she was also furious. She still couldn’t get that demoness’s words out of her head and now, he was playing the hide and seek game. She was frustrated, concerned and infuriated.

She needed to speak to him, hear him, see him, feel him. She needed him, he was like a drug she got addicted to and once he wasn’t there, she was lost without him.

Pacing around in her room the entire morning, while staring out the window in utter boredom, uneasiness gnawed at her insides more, so she made a resolution to ask Zamiel, if anyone had any idea of where he would be, it was his right hand man.

She rang for a servant to call for lord Zamiel. While she waited nervously, mere minutes seemed to stretch into long hours, making her face twist with impatience.

Less than ten minutes in, she heard a knock on the door. She immediately yelled for whoever it was to come in and he did. It was Zamiel, his face stoic and hard, an imposing demon lord he was, but at that moment, all she could think about was Draco, making his intimidating presence turn null.

"You called for me?" He queried with a flat tone, no bows or respectful title added, as he gave her a blank look with a straight face.

"Yes, I’m sorry for disturbing you, but do you have any idea where Draco is? I haven’t seen him throughout yesterday nor today." She said slightly hysterical, her voice strained with concern and uneasiness even as she tried to mask it beneath a layer of composure.

"I don’t know where he is, but there’s no use worrying over him, he’s well capable of taking care of himself." Zamiel said in a clipped tone.

Her face turned sullen in disappointment but she managed to force a smile "Oh, alright then, thank you."

He nodded stiffly and turned around to leave, but then he halted when he reached the door. Without turning back, he said "Rather than waiting here all day for him, there’s a crimson moon carnival tonight." And then he left without waiting for her response.

A resonant sigh dragged out of her lips as she slumped on the bed, hair and limbs sprawled on the sheets.

Zamiel was right, why worry about him when he was very well capable of taking care of himself?

Although seeing him in that awful condition two nights ago had left her terrified and worried, she reasoned he must have been feeling better by now, but still, aware of the fact that she was the cause of his pain made her edgy.

"Crimson moon carnival?" She muttered to herself thoughtfully.

It sounded fun, it was a carnival after all. Carnivals were bound to be fun, but she wondered what the Crimson Moon Carnival was being portrayed on. Judging from the name it could be the celebration of the blood moon, although she had never seen one, she had heard tales of it.

The blood moon only appeared in the land of the Vampire Kingdom and other supernatural creatures, excluding the humans.

It was said that centuries ago, a malevolent being of unparalleled darkness was imprisoned by a dark force, resulting to a temporary shift in the world’s balance and energies, which led to the crimson shade of the moon.

The moon takes on a crimson hue once a year in the supernatural realm, signifying the entity’s imprisonment. During the blood moon, it is believed that the malevolent force’s power wanes, and its influence is weakened.

In this mystic lore, this tale divided hearts, a whispered truth embraced by the few, while unbelievers cloaked their doubts in the unknown. The force responsible for the imprisonment remained unknown, and the captive’s identity, remained an unsolved puzzle.

Amidst these mysterious uncertainties, the malevolent force’s eternal resting place was unknown to even the wisest seers. Though gossip and rumours wove a tapestry of assumptions, it remained a distant echo, never truly reaching the heights of the truth.

Meanwhile, she was always at the end of the rope, never one to believe in folklores or rumours until she saw it with her own two eyes.

Gasping, she sat up on the bed mechanically, eyes enlarging as she realised the tale wasn’t far from the truth. The imprisoned malevolent force might have been the goddess of death whom had been imprisoned and Draco was none other than the hand who wrought the imprisonment, and alas, the door in their chamber led to her eternal resting place.

Her eyes peered at the lone, plain door situated at the corner of the chamber that always seemed to be shrouded in eerie shadows, it made her shiver slightly.

Aware of who Draco was, it came as no surprise that he would incarcerate a sinister entity behind a door in his room. It was anticipated and typical of Draco.

To satisfy her curiosity and inquisitive nature, she decided to go to the Crimson Moon Carnival to get a glimpse of the blood moon and also, get Draco off her mind even though it was for only a split second.

A small smile lit up her face when she thought of going with Malika. She thought of taking a nap first before ringing for her, so they could get ready together.

Firstly, she took a short stroll to the library to pick up some books she could read and engross herself in at a later time.

She went back to her room, kept the stacks of book on the bedside table and read a bit about the history of vampires before taking a nap. She snuggled into the thick warm bed, covering her entire figure with the blanket as she slept soundly.

Few hours later, she woke up immediately and rang for Malika as it was late afternoon, almost evening. She had hoped to wake up to Draco sitting beside her on the bed or hovering above her with that sarcastic smirk or devilish grin on his face, while he teased her, but instead she woke up to her disappointment.

Again, he still wasn’t there, nowhere to be found. His absence left a gaping, living emptiness in her heart, it felt hollow and dark, she could taste the acrid bitterness of her empty soul and she could smell the foul stench f loneliness in the air, as if the very earth was taunting her with her predicament.

’Damn this bond!’ She cursed inwardly. It wasn’t a gift, it was a blessing and a curse, one that the universe had to both bless and curse her with.

She wanted to hate it, but at the same time she relished in it, the thrill, the dangers and the pleasurable moments that barred the laws of nature and was beyond understanding, but at that moment, her entirety was sufficed with longing, a longing that tore her inside out.

It was a tapestry of bewitching temptation, insatiable longing and eternal burning passion beyond human comprehension, it was the symphony of a bittersweet myriad of emotions.

She swore beneath her breath that if she caught a glimpse of Draco, it would be the end of him.