The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 170: Hypothesis

Chapter 170: Hypothesis

"It sounds even more absurd hearing it from you. So if everyone defies you, you’d kill them all? Isn’t that why punishments are being created and served?" Rama argued as she shot him a judging stare with crossed arms.

"Punishments are too easy and merciful." Draco said.

"Death is merciful." She argued, emphasizing on her every word.

"I won’t debate anymore Rama, you won. You always win." He said with a drawled sigh as he gave up with the argument before it had even started.

She beamed sheepishly as she curtsied "I know I always win."

Their attentions were abruptly averted to the dead clone as it fell from the chandelier to drop on the floor with a hard thud, the tip of the chandelier dripped with blood as it swung lightly from above the ceiling, emitting a murky squeaky sound.

Almost forgetting about the dead doppelganger, horror masked over her face again as she looked at the rotted corpse that was once a dead replica of her, now nothing more than shrivelled flesh.

Draco approached the body as he examined it, but then her eyes widened when she saw a sliver of glinting ruby poking out from beneath the dress.

"That’s my charm necklace!" She exclaimed as she subconsciously rubbed her empty neck where the charmed necklace was supposed to be seating.

It was obvious the witches had been in the castle, and the fact that they had been walking among them in a cloak of deception, pretending to be one of them made her skin crawl with an unfathomable dread.

It wasn’t surprising, Draco was still as relaxed as ever as he crouched down beside the body and swiftly plucked the necklace off its neck, while she on the other hand was trembling like a leaf in the midst of a brutal storm, her heart racing in ungraspable fear of what might transpire next.

Obviously, the witches had sent a missive, an unambiguous statement that they were coming for her, she was the bloody price to pay for Draco’s actions, one that jeopardized her fate.

It was a common knowledge to all that the witches could not stand a second with merely only the devil’s son in battle, he was immortal, invincible and untouchable, but not her. She was his mate, but she was the explicit contrary of him, she was only but a fragile human against the witches, only a small mistake was enough to kill her.

Shuddering at the very force of fear that dominated her entire body, she staggered slightly at the ugly reality she was facing, she could taste the sour tang of a fate worse than death itself looming just around the corner, it felt like a shadowy mist hovering behind her as it whispered tales of her near end just around the corner.

"Are you alright Rama?" Draco asked with a weighty countenance as he approached her, holding her by the shoulders firmly.

"I’m fine." She said with a tiny smile that barely reached both edges of her lips.

The feel of his presence around her always made the shadowy one she felt dissipate from her mind, he emitted the sense of security, his darkness was a haven of solace, his red flags dissolving in her eyes even though he was a red flag himself.

"You don’t look fine, don’t tell me little witches can scare you now." Draco said in a tease, a playful twinkle flashing across his eyes as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

She chuckled, her demeanour turning less ominous "It’s not about the witches Draco, it’s...everything that has to do with us, in this dark world; your dark world that I’ve been plunged into. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, I am because I don’t know what’s going to happen next and neither do you." She stated out as her gaze fell on the corpse of her double before dropping it back to his face.

He stared at her for a long moment in echoing silence "You’ve always been afraid of the unknown, yet your fear of what awaited you at the end of the path you were taking did not stop you from progressing through."

He cupped her cheeks, tilting her head up for her hopeless eyes to meet his "Rama, I made a promise to protect you and I would not hesitate burning the world down just to make that happen." His voice held a profound tone of unspoken promises that he would convey to her, his eyes gleaming with a feral intensity ignited a spark of hope in her as their contrasting gazes mirrored into one another.

"What if your protection and promises isn’t enough? Anything could happen, I’m scared of your father. You could burn the world down but you can’t burn him, fire lives in him, he breaths in it." She said, her chest heaving as she gasped shortly for air.

"I’ll burn him in his own flames if he as dare to touch a strand of hair on your head." He hissed vehemently.

"He’s not going to hurt me...physically." She muttered in a lost state, her lips quivering in fear of what he had planned for their fate.

"His threats were crystal clear, to grant me death is to grant me mercy, unlike for you, death is a punishment, but he knows better that its merciful. He’s going to make us suffer beyond our expectations, we’re never going to predict what he has in store for us neither are we going to be ready. I now understand why he’s called the devil." She paused with a dry, short laughter, her voice splintered like broken shards of her fierce spirit.

Unlike her defiant fierce spirited self, she was now rather comparable to a helpless human at the mercy of her unprecedented fate while she felt Lucifer’s snaky eyes watching every movement and action of hers.

"You have nothing to be afraid of Rama, I may not be able to kill him, but I’ll never let him harm you in anyway, I’ll make sure he regrets it if he tries whatever silly game he’s trying to play on us." Draco said, his voice reverberating darkly as he spoke.

"The devil doesn’t play silly games Draco, he plays to win." Rama said, glancing at the corpse one last time before veering around as she exited the main hall.

As she pondered in silence down the hall to their room, she could hear Draco’s boots clinking softly against the marble floor as he followed behind her, yet giving her some breathing space for her thoughts to run freely.

She only had one wish, one wish that was harmless and seemed like the easiest thing in the world for anyone to have, yet it felt like the hardest for her to acquire. She wasn’t asking to be the ruler of the world or the universe, neither was she trying to dethrone celestial or paranormal beings and become the most powerful creature on earth, she only wished to live a peaceful life with the man she loved, how hard could that small harmless wish turn out to be?

Looking at it from a rational point of view, in Draco’s world sufficed with darkness and pure evil, that simple desire she yearned for might just be the most outlandish and inconceivable thing to attain in his world and to worsen the situation, he was the devil’s son, there was not a flicker of hope for peace, his path was inherently plunged in despairing darkness and she had willingly tread down that hopeless path, dancing with the devil in his dark world.

She remembered the seers words on how she would dance with the devil in his world, how valid had their prophecies turned out to be? ’An accurate hundred percent’ she thought inwardly with a bittersweet smile, but now she couldn’t cry over spilt milk.

If she could go back to the past to change it, there was no doubt she would choose the same path and willingly succumb to his darkness repititively, over and over again. Now wasn’t the time to let her fear engulf her into wallowing despair, he was ready to fight for what they both shared and so would she.

Retrieving her resolve and fortified willpower, she was determined to fight till the end for what they both shared, she wouldn’t let the devil get under her skin, it was obvious his reason for wanting to tear them apart for their defiance was because he was scared of what would become of them if they ended up together in peace.

In the demon realm, a half demon child birthed from his parents who were fated bond mate would either become a very powerful demon or a lesser one, as Draco had once explained to her.

She reasoned he might have been scared of the offspring they could both reproduce which could either be very powerful, powerful enough to dethrone him and become the new king of hell since Draco would undoubtedly bury hate in his offspring’s heart for Lucifer,, driving the offspring to harbour plans of his dethronement after all demons craved power, but in the other hand their offspring might be weak enough to be useless and unrecognized by any creature which would be a total flop and a stain in his lineage.

Either ways, the both of them producing an offspring was an unspoken threat to the devil per her hypothesis, she could now understand why he was so hellbent on tearing them apart. It wasn’t so hard to discern the motive of the cunning devil after all.

No wonder he was hellbent on coercing Draco to mate with an ancient demoness, obviously the offspring would be undoubtedly powerful and also, and he could exploit the child as he would be in the dominion of it.

He only wanted a puppet to manipulate and nothing more, and unfortunately, his child, Draco had been too bullheaded for him to control, so now he needed a replacement.