The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 169: Dead Clone

Chapter 169: Dead Clone

Her heart pace increased in perturbation on what he wanted to show them. Disturbed by the unknown she only anticipated the worse, she could only hope inwardly it was not a threat to them in anyway, but Zamiel’s grave demeanor made whatever it was seem even more spooky.

"What is there to see?" She asked with bated breath, her question directed to Zamiel, but with a straight face he veered around as his voice echoed behind him in a drawl "Come see for yourself, queen." The tone he used in calling her a queen was somewhat mockful.

She scoffed as they followed behind him, making up her mind, she was ascertained that she didn’t like this egoistic demon one bit, what a shame he was Malika’s mate, the girl deserved a much better man in her life, she thought inwardly.

The way he held up himself so proudly and highly as if he was a god striding through the face of the earth, surrounded by measly humans made her feel disgusted, but when she thought about it, he was similar to Draco, the only difference was that Draco’s pride could swallow the world and to top it all, he was equally overdaring and loud.

While Draco felt as though the world was in the palm of his hands, Zamiel felt as if the secrets and the knowledge of the world revolved around him and using his breath to convey a word to humans was simply a waste of time and energy, he was silent and theoretical, similar to the devil, she would have mistook Zamiel for his son if not for the resemblance between Draco and his father.

In all it was worth, he was undeserving of Malika, to her the universe had done the fragile flower dirty by giving her such a cold hearted man as her mate.

"Is that why you helped her erased her memories? Because you think I’m unworthy of her?" Zamiel suddenly spoke as he halted in the hallway and veered around to face her.

Her heart caught up in her throat, realizing he had read her thoughts.

"You hurt her badly." She pointed out, raising her chin daringly high as she got rid of his intimidating cold stare.

"You had no right to make that decision. You’re oblivious of the path you started treading on the moment you made a decision to be with the devil’s son. Pity is an understatement of what I feel for you, the both of you." He emphasized as his gaze flitted between the both of them.

Draco wanted to speak as he groaned in boredom, but Rama beat him to it, the only thing that could win against him in war was her sharp mouth.

"At least he has a spine to take on the dangers and defend me, unlike you. I’d rather she lived without a mate than end up with you." Rama snapped, her jade eyes flaring up with rage, meanwhile Draco silenced up and let her speak.

"Do you think the universe favoured you by bonding you with Draco? You don’t know what you signed up for Rama, no one evades the devil, not even Draco can protect you from him, even God cannot save you because you chose this path for yourself, you made a choice to walk in the path of darkness and in the darkness you shall remain forever, never to see the light again." Zamiel uttered darkly, every word dripping with honeyed venom.

Rama swallowed as his words sank into her head, stirring a sense of truth and divulging her reality to her, a reality she had failed to notice until then.

True, Draco made her feel butterflies in her stomach, her heart fluttered at his every touch and she felt alien sensations beyond human comprehension, but she wasn’t living in a fairytale with her prince charming, she was dancing with the devil in his world of darkness.

"That’s enough, now Zamiel why don’t you show my wife respect, she’s my equal now and I’m in a higher position than you which means you’re below her." Draco stated out and Rama snorted out a laughter when she saw Zamiel’s face turn grim.

He glanced at the both of them as he muttered beneath his breath "You’re both impossible." with a straight face.

He veered around and proceeded to their destination. They followed in suspenseful silence, the earlier light air now turned eerie as they stopped in front of the double doors leading into the main hall.

Zamiel pushed it open and they all waltzed into the hallroom. Rama at first was confused as it was empty inside, until her eyes darted up to the ceiling where the chandelier was hanging from.

On the chandelier, a body was hanging from atop it in a wedding gown, her eyes narrowed when she realized it was her wedding gown. But then, her mouth dropped when she looked at the obviously dead figure in the wedding dress. Its eyes were open to reveal jade ones and when she observed the features of the person, it was a replica of her, but a dead one.

Jade eyes, ebony hair, nose, lips, cheekbones, skin colour, every single feature the dead clone possessed was an eerie similarity to hers.

Her once ravishing white wedding gown was stained with smears of fresh blood that dripped from the tip of the dress to form a small pool of crimson beneath the figure.

Her eyes darted to Draco and then back to the dead clone of her, jade eyes exactly like hers were dead, the surreal glow in them snuffed out. Her skin crawled with dread as it felt as though she was staring at her future self, her blood curdled in terror.

"Who in the holy mary is that?" She gasped in a shaken state unable to process what she was seeing at that moment.

"Are you a Christian?" Draco asked, a question that literally had nothing to do with the situation at that moment. He was rather nonchalant about it, he always was about everything.

"Is it your father? He’s threatening us for not complying to what he wants, isn’t he?" Rama implied as she rubbed her arms together, goosebumps forming on it as an eerie cold gushed past her.

"It’s not Lucifer." Zamiel’s voice rang behind he, she turned around to look at him as he stood with arms crossed and eyes fixated on the corpse hanging from the chandelier.

"What do you mean? How do you know it’s not Lucifer?" Rama asked doubtfully, but Draco interrupted him before Zamiel could speak.

"Because he’s not loud." Draco said.

"Like you." Zamiel added and Draco shot him a subtle glare from the side of his eyes.

"If it’s not Lucifer, then who is it?" Rama queried and an eerie stillness hung in the air for a momentary second.

"It’s the witches. They’re unbearably loud and wishes to be noticed through their silly threats." Draco remarked.

"The witches? Its obvious they want me dead, but why?" She said with furrowed brows as she glanced at the disturbing image of her dead clone.

"Why else? He has a lot of enemies thanks to his reckless character and fragile ego and now you’re going to pay for his foolishness." Zamiel uttered with a straight face.

Rama’s head whipped toward Draco with questioning eyes, she was well aware there was more than what the eyes saw, it wasn’t just a war between the witches and the vampires, obviously it was some sort of personal rivalry if they were plotting to weaken him using his vulnerability. Her.

Yet again, he was keeping secrets away from her, secrets that was either going to destroy them or her, either ways it didn’t seem like a promising topic.

"The dark witches sent their message, they’re ready for war. Ready to attack us which is obviously hilarious as they cannot win against us, so I wonder why they try." Zamiel stated out thoughtfully, as he pressed thoughts on the motive behind their future planned attack, aware of the fact they would lose against the devil’s son.

"Why don’t we attack them first and ruin their plans?" Rama reasoned out.

"The witches abode is imbued with the essence of their dark magic, it weakens whatever life force or power core the moment you enter their lair, even the very air responds to them." Draco explained.

"What do you mean?" Rama asked, her uneasiness intensifying.

"That’s exactly what their plan is. To lure us into their lair." Zamiel answered and the very air turned grave with melancholy.

"What did you do to them?" She queried, facing him with hard eyes.

"You mean what did he do to the dark witch queen." Zamiel implied.

"What did he do to her?" Rama queried with wide curious eyes.

"He should be the one to answer that, I’ll be on my way." Zamiel said and immediately exited the main hall, leaving them alone.

She hadn’t noticed before but when she looked back up at her dead clone hanging on the chandelier, her skin had shriveled up and her jade eyes had turned black, indicating the expiration of the dark magic of illusion.

"I killed her husband, ripped his head off right in front of her, but before you say anything, the dark witches are no better, they don’t deserve mercy, they’ve killed countless of innocent for their gory rituals and sacrifices, I think it’s time for them all to go extinct." Draco remarked thoughtfully with a half hearted smirk.

"And what did her husband do to you?" Rama queried, standing akimbo as she shot him a judging stare.

"They defied me." He said neutrally and she scoffed.