The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 150: Treacherous Path

Chapter 150: Treacherous Path

Malika’s short legs trembled unnervingly as she ran through the forest path she took, not glancing back even once as she continued to delve deeper.

Her heavy breathing echoed back to her as it resonated in the forest, eerie tree branches reached out to her like claws beckoning her closer into the unfamiliar path she ventured.

She halted when she realized she had took the wrong path, eyes darting around the darkness and the eerie withered trees surrounding her. She veered around to go back, but she knew he was behind her, so if she did make a choice to go back, it would be her walking right into his arms.

Swallowing deeply, she looked straight ahead and continued forging forward. She reasoned maybe if she was close to the carnival, a vampire might hear her screams for help.

With determination, she yelled with a croak voice "HELP!!! HELP!!!" while she ran through the treacherous path.

His sinister laughter echoed behind her and with adrenaline coursing through her veins, her run intensified. Each breath tasted of despair as if the atmosphere itself was tainted by the malevolence that thrived within it.

Being out in the open, she knew she would get caught sooner or later, so she had to find a place to hide. As she paced through the forest path, her eyes caught a hollow space beneath a ridge.

Hope lit up in her amber eyes when she saw it, as though the heavens had paved a way out of her despairing dilemma.

Scurring towards it, she squeezed herself into the hollow space, her hands clasping over her mouth to suppress her loud breathing, although it had an opening which was concealed out of perceptible sight, she wondered if she could still get caught since he had an inhumane sense.

Thinking hard, her eyes shot wide when she remembered something from the carnival. She immediately took out the enchanted rose she had attached into her hair.

With rushed and frantic movements, she dug a small hole in front of the opening. Placing the rose inside and concealing it with the sand, she waited but nothing happened. She groaned in frustration when she realized it needed water.

She would be risking her safety if she went out to look for water, but then she remembered she had been sweating profusely from fear, surely that was water too, right? She pondered but there was no time to ponder for long. She hovered her face above the soil, her sweat dripped on it and then, magic happened before her desperate eyes.

Blood red roses sprouted up from beneath the soil one by one, growing at an impressively rapid pace. They were as beautiful as they were enchanting, making her forget her plight for a split second.

Red roses blossomed heavily, intensifying in quantity until they concealed the hole, making the outside world lost to her sight as she was plunged into darkness, not even a streak of crimson light enacted from the moon was able to pass through the thicket of full blooming roses.

With a weary sigh, she pressed her knees together, hands clamped around her leg as she sat still in the darkness with eyes closed shut as she waited for morning to come and this uncanny nightmare to end.

As she closed her eyes, she heard distant footsteps. Her heart leapt to her throat as she closed her mouth, to prevent her laboured breathing from being heard.

The footsteps lingered around for a short moment before it disappeared. Eyes widened in caution and horror, she slowly removed her hand from her mouth to release a subtle gasp under her shaky breath.

As her heart slowly decreased its running pace, she suddenly heard the demon’s voice thunder from behind the thicket of roses, although she couldn’t see him as it acted like a barrier.

"You can shut your mouth but you can’t quiet down your racing heart." He said with a dark growl and she let out a shrill scream of terror as she saw his hand propel through the roses with force.

As the rose petals came in contact with his hand, vines erupted from their roots to coil around his hand with intensifying pressure before he could reach for her. As he tried to pull the vines restricting his movement with his free hand, the vines twined around the other one.

He growled darkly and as she thanked the heavens for saving her yet again, a red hellish flame engulfed the vines, spreading on the rose. The enchanted rose disintegrated into nothing but a pile of ash, her fragile protection destroyed in a blink of an eye, leaving her yet again vulnerable to the sinister demon.

His emerald eyes gleamed with a bestial ferocity and a maniacal laughter broke through his lips as he reached out for her with a swift movement.

She screamed with her high pitched voice ringing through the forest as he dragged her out of her hiding place with one hand. Legs kicking and limbs flailing as he pulled her out.

"Come here you little whore!" He growled as he yanked her by the hair, pushing her roughly to the ground for her knees to collide against the floor.

The burning pain turned null as fear encompassed her entire mind and body while she crawled weakly on the floor, survival instincts kicking in as she tried to get away from the mad demon.

The tears glistening her eyes fell as she felt a painful tug on her hair, making her stand up instinctively. Big droplets of tears dropped down her cheeks, but then a distant voice echoed in her ears, although fear had made everything sound muffled and other senses feel numb, the fiery intensity of the voice was impossible to ignore.

"Let go of her Amon." The voice sounded familiar and she immediately realized it was lord Zamiel, but something felt different in his voice, rather than it being empty she could sense a whiff of anger reeling in his voice.

"She’s not yours to claim Zamiel." Amon said with a lazy drawl as he pushed the girl aside like a ragdoll, making her fall hard on her behind.

"That was my only warning, I don’t mind sending your head to Mammon." Zamiel threatened with a calm tone, but Amon laughed sarcastically as if he was making an invisible joke.

His hand deftly flew to her neck while he maintained intense eye contact with him "You like this little whore?" Amon queried as he pushed her aside again, the girl whimpering in fear and pain.

Their hard gazes locked for a short momentarily lapse, apparent what was going to occur next, a chilling wind whispered through the gnarled trees, setting the stage for an unforgiving confrontation.

They raced in inhumane speed, the forest floor quaked beneath the clash of the demonic forces. Inhuman roars, guttural and bestial filled the night, echoing through the twisted trees and sending ripples of dread through the very earth.

Their clawed hands engulfed in searing flames were instruments of pure destruction as they slashed through the inky darkness seething with ferocity.

With each violent collision, the sound of bones snapping like dry branches rent the air, mingling with their savage growls and the ominous crackling of their fiery essence.

Zamiel, cunning and quick-witted, reached into the earth and unleashed tendrils of roots, ensnaring Amon’s limbs. The forest itself seemed to conspire with Zamiel as the roots coiled around Amon, binding him. Amon howled in fury, his eyes glowing like burning emeralds.

With an almost mocking smile, Zamiel formed a dagger of pure shadow in his hand and plunged it into Amon’s chest. As the dagger pierced his heart, his blood oozed like dark ichor, staining the forest floor.

As the malevolent dance reached its climax, the most formidable demon lord emerged as the victor. His eyes, pits of hellish fire, gleamed with a sadistic hunger as he seized Amon by the throat.

"You’re going to kill me for that little whore?" Amon growled with dark blood trickling out of his mouth.

"That little whore is my mate." Zamiel whispered under his breath with a straight face, eyes flaming with anger, which made Amon’s eyes widen at the realization.

The forest fell eerily silent, holding its breath in anticipation, as Zamiel twisted, gnarled fingers tightened around Amon’s throat making him unable to speak.

With a guttural bellow that resonated through the very soul of the forest, he tore Amon’s head from its shoulders. An obscene shower of molten blood sprayed on the ground, the very essence of darkness bearing witness to this nightmarish climax.

His headless body slumped to the ground alongside his half rolling head.

As the severed head fell, the crimson moon cast an eerie, blood-red light upon the gory scene that unfolded in the midst of the darkened forest.

Malik who had been watching the monstrous display of powers froze in where she had been sitting, eyes widened in horror when she saw lord Zamiel ripping the other demon’s head apart.