The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 155: Obsidian Wings

Chapter 155: Obsidian Wings

They ate breakfast together, bliss radiating from every inch of her at his present, she was elated to have him by her side as always, nothing else mattered more than having him beside her.

As they ate, Lord Zamiel and Onyx walked in uninvited, interrupting their breakfast as they took a seat each. Immediately Onyx’s eyes met hers, it seemed as if her face went paler than it was and then, she shot Onyx a sarcastic smirk. The demoness’s face was twisted sourly, aware of what she had done and the consequence of her action.

Moreover, she wondered what they were there for, maybe Draco had summoned them, but why? Plus where was the other demon, Amon? She pondered inwardly.

"Where is Amon?" Draco suddenly queried as if he had read her mind.

"Dead." Zamiel replied stiffly, leaving Onyx to gasp in shock, for the first time the goddess of seduction wasn’t looking so seductive anymore as dread flashed across her black eyes.

Onyx didn’t even say a word as if she had predicted it, but with the way she was shocked, it seemed unexpected but her silence indicated she knew something or perhaps the reason he was dead.

"I summoned you all, unfortunately, Amon is dead." Draco said with a straight face, not a hint of care on it. Amon’s death certainly did not come as a surprise to him, but it sure did surprise her, it was a good surprise, a good riddance.

"A stupid someone tried to kill my wife, but failed. I want you all to be present for the execution of the moron tomorrow evening, so no one’s leaving the castle until I say so." Draco stated out blatantly and the air fell silent as they were already aware of the queen’s attempted murder.

"I’ll personally see to it that no one leaves." Zamiel said in assurance, stood up, bowed and then left mechanically.

She saw Onyx tremble slightly as she stood up to leave, but then a voice made her halt.

"Onyx dear, you’ve been awfully quiet, are you feeling well?" Rama said in a mockful worried tone.

Onyx shot her a slight glare before saying "I’m fine." As if she had chewed on glass.

"You’re a very important guest Onyx, I’ll love to see you attend the execution." Draco said with a menacing grin.

She bowed without saying a word and then left as if she couldn’t wait to disappear from their sights.

Rama snorted out a laughter.

"I’ll have to go sort some business now." Draco informed her after breakfast, making her face turn sullen.

"You’ll come with me of course, you’re never leaving my sight." He stated and a radiating smile beamed on her face.

After breakfast, they went to his office, while she helped him in some paperwork, in addition spewing out her thoughts and ideas on how to flourish the kingdom.

As they discussed matters of the realm, her voice held a mellifluous authority that resonated with authority and compassion in equal measure.

Draco lost in her voice and impressive ideas gazed at Rama with admiration, his hand gently resting on hers. He marveled at the way she seamlessly supported him in his kingly duties.

Her strategic acumen was as keen as any knight’s sword, and her counsel was sought by lords and advisers alike. Together, they were the embodiment of a power couple, their partnership emblematic of the harmony required to rule a realm teeming with magic and mystery.

The room was filled with the soft rustling of parchments and the occasional crackling of the hearth, but their shared smiles illuminated the chamber more brilliantly than any fire ever could.

After spending hours in his office, the sun went down and they retreated to their chambers to rest, meanwhile Draco had been keeping his hands strictly to himself, even though every second had been sweet torture of listening to her mellifluous voice ring in his ears or inhale her rosy sweet scent, or when their fingers would graze slightly.

At last, his willpower won as their bond was not only educed out of physical connection but also mental and emotional connection that surpassed human knowledge.

As Rama was about to climb into the bed and snuggle beside him, her jade eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity, something that had crossed her mind.

"Draco!" She exclaimed with excitement.

"Do you have wings? They’re tales that demons and angels have wings, is it true? Do you?" She queried with marvel.

"Do I? It’ll be amusing to find out, don’t you think?" He said sarcastically, his eyes twinkling with tease.

"That’s not fair, do you have wings? It’s a simple question." She pouted as she climbed atop the bed to sit beside him.

"Well, I’d honestly love to find out." He said amusingly, staring at her beneath his thick lashes.

She lowkey glared at him, but then he suddenly pulled her hand as he led her to the balcony. Throwing the windows open they came out to stand at the balcony, the soft breeze blew past them.

With eyes widened in anticipation, she waited for him to show her his wings, aware it was the reason he brought her out, but then again he might just be teasing her.

With each passing moment, an eerie hush fell upon the room, and the air grew heavy with foreboding. The diabolic heritage that coursed through his veins had awakened, and the transformation was breathtakingly malevolent.

Rama’s mouth fell in utter marvel at the awe striking sight before her, the wings elevated his demonic aura and also his magnificence.

But it wasn’t just the sight of these magnificent wings that left her in awe. As they flexed and stretched, the rustle of those inky plumes was like a haunting melody, a sinister serenade to the supernatural. The wings exuded an intoxicating scent of brimstone and ancient scrolls, an aroma that hinted at the forbidden knowledge that Draco held.

As she outstretched her hand to touch them in a dazed state, she could feel the cold touch of death and the searing heat of a thousand lost souls.

The feathers were cool to the fingertips, as if drawing the warmth from the very air. They radiated a magnetic, eerie energy, drawing all who beheld them into their wicked, seductive embrace.

Before she could fully process this magnificent sight before her, he swept her up her feet with a delicate swiftness and then whispered into her ears "Time for a flight." Teasingly.

Rama yelped in horror as he climbed off the balcony and she heard the flapping of his powerful wings behind him as they soared in the sky, within a matter of seconds, her fear turned into dazzling awe.

Amidst a tapestry of crimson and indigo skies, the devil’s son, Draco, soared with Rama, cradled gently in his formidable arms. Their flight was a breathtaking spectacle in the medieval fantasy world, a dance of darkness and light.

Draco’s powerful black feathery wings stretched wide, eclipsing the heavens, each wingbeat a thunderous declaration of dominion over the firmament. As they climbed higher, the very air around them hummed with a symphony of ethereal whispers, the sound of celestial beings acknowledging the devil’s son’s mastery of the skies.

Beneath them, the world unfurled like a sprawling tapestry, rolling hills and ancient forests bathed in the silvery light of the moon. A river meandered below, glinting like a serpentine ribbon as it wound its way through the land. Stars winked from above, adorning the canvas of night, as if they too watched in awe.

Her breath intensified with awe and fear with each powerful flap that resonated from his wings, the air rippled with the intensity of its fiery force as they soared, the wind heavy against their figures blew with the air of mystique she couldn’t help but giggle.

Rama, nestled securely against Draco’s chest, marveled at the world below. Her emerald eyes shone with a mix of exhilaration and trust in her husband’s supernatural prowess. Her silken gown billowed in the wind, trailing like stardust, and her raven hair streamed like a comet’s tail.

Her heartpace quickened at the the exhilarating sensation and the reeling flight as he took graceful twists, navigating their path in the sky. She wondered where they were heading to but sometimes suspense was best. She felt the frothy clouds against her skin as they delved higher into the sky.

The sensation of flight was a heady mix of freedom and power. As they glided through the heavens, the air held the tang of adventure and the sweetness of love. It was a thrill that stirred the heart and quickened the soul, a feeling of transcending earthly boundaries and reaching for the stars.

Together, they became an epitome of paradox, a devil’s son and an angelic queen, bound not by their origins but by their deep and abiding love. Their aerial waltz was a testament to the extraordinary, a symbol of defying fate in a world where destiny itself was written in the stars.