The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 176: Escape Or No Escape?

Chapter 176: Escape Or No Escape?

Snapped back to her senses, she hauled into the castle with scurried footsteps, panting heavily as she waltzed through the corridors, although her heart ached slightly at unease that lord Zamiel was alone fighting off the horde of dark witches himself, but she was helpless as a weak human, she’d only be a burden to him if she had stayed anyway.

It was eerily quiet in the corridors, but after a short while of fleeing the dangers outside, she heard a loud thud erupt from the veneer where the fight was taking place.

Even though lord Zamiel had easily slaughtered the dark witches, a cloak of uneasiness still shrouded her as she realized more of them were emerging out of the strange mirror which acted as a teleportation means.

’What if they surpassed him in numerical strength?’ she thought inwardly as she nervously linked and unlinked her fingers together, biting her bottom lip in heart wrenching fear.

It was strange to feel such an overbearing weight of concern for him, a vampire lord she was barely in familiarity with, yet in an odd sense, every single thing about him felt familiar, from his touch to his musky scent, to his cold, impassive voice...

Again, she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard another bang emanating from the castle grounds, but this time it was louder than the last, earning a frightened cry from her lips as she jumped back.

She could think later, but at that moment she needed to survive first before she could find out the enigmatic puzzle between them yet to be solved.

Scuttling over to the window, she peered her widened eyes through it to watch the inhumane clash of other-worldly forces between the dark witches and lord Zamiel, she noticed a few vampires had been dispatched as they battled against the witches too. It was dark outside but the towering torches encircled around the spacious middle of the castle grounds enabled her to view the fight below.

The uncanny clash between them resulted to catastrophic damage. The witches evoked their dark magic, using it against them. The vampires seemed to be more vulnerable to their dark magic.

The witches would mutter an incantation and dark mists would engulf the vampires, tearing them within out, conveying an agonizing end for them as their flesh would rip out and their bones would splinter, but with lord Zamiel it was different even though they had tried using the same tactics on him, but obviously his demon blood was shielding him, although their dark hexes affected him, draining his energy slightly, it was never able to cause a major damage as he killed them before they could summon a stronger force of dark magic against him, after all he wasn’t immortal.

She watched with furrowed brows as statues were destroyed from the phenomenal display of strength, speed and powers, the earth splintered with profound cracks running through it like veins, as it reckoned the force of the supernatural above it, even the very air teetered with the malevolent energy emanating from the contrasting kinds of supernatural beings.

The corpses of witches and vampires were scattered all over the place, dismembered body parts and decapitated bodies were sprawled everywhere, a molten river of crimson bathed the floor as it oozed out from the bodies.

The numbers of witches were fast surpassing the vampires as a result of their very low birth rate, but then, the more witches they slaughtered, twice the number would emerge out of the mirror.

The situation was fast escalating into a fatal one as the witches surrounded them, and she soon realized that the higher their numbers, the more powerful they automatically became as if they infused powers from the energy core of their fellow kinsmen.

Her anxiety grew larger with each passing second as she saw more vampires drop dead than more witches, a gaping hole carved its way into her drumming heart.

Amber eyes widened each second as she watched the brutal fight. Her throat clamped in her throat when she saw the witches finally ensnare lord Zamiel as their numbers grew larger. Obsidian gleaming harpoons portruded from the ground around him in an encircling manner, leaving him trapped.

Unknowingly, he tried to claw his way out but he ended up hurting himself as the obsidian pikes were poisonous to touch. She could hear the sizzle of his flesh burn from where she was the moment he touched the deathly pikes. Subconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes as she watched him, the thought that he could die right in front of her made her blood curdle.

"Zamiel!" She screamed out bitterly and then, everyone’s attention dropped on her, everyone meaning Zamiel and the dark witches since the vampires were all killed, they were only a handful anyway.

As Zamiel’s crimson eyes met hers, she saw anger flash through them with a crystal clear sight, his sharp jaws ticked unnervingly as his gaze averted from her to drop on the witches approaching the entrance of the castle.

A guttural growl reverberated from his lips as his body trembled with a lethal air of darkness, his crimson eyes glowed with a fiendish reflection and hellish flames exploded from within him within a twenty meter radius, turning his poisonous entrapment to nothing but splinters of obsidian slivers flying in the air, the flames not only took the cage but a good amount of the dark witches with it.

Immediately the hellish spark erupting from his being came in contact with their flesh, they were scorched to death by the searing flame leaving only their ashes in his wake of destruction.

Her mouth was left hanging open as she watched the breathtaking yet, brutal event unfolding before her eyes, he looked no less than a god of chaos, flawless, powerful and ruthless.

"Malika, run!" He growled at her, his voice darker than before as it thundered in her ears even though she was watching from above. The booming echo of his voice made her senses jerk back to reality, she needed that.

At that moment, he scared her to her bone marrow even more than the witches who had slipped into the castle, his fiendish eyes cast a sinister glow as he locked his gaze with hers in that short moment.

Realizing the detrimental crisis of the predicament the castle had been plunged into, she moved with hasty footsteps, her body acting impulsively which was propelled by fear but mostly survival instincts.

She could hear the entrance door crash open downstairs as the witches invaded the castle, leaving her disorientated with fear as she took the wrong turn to her room. She immediately shook her head as she went back to the right direction.

Although she was worried about Zamiel, she sought for her survival first since she was more fragile and apparently, a witch could kill her with their weakest magic, whereas he had effortlessly gotten rid of a lot of them without breaking a sweat.

Running with ragged gasps, she thanked God as she reached her chamber, she twisted the knob and rushed into her room before shutting the door closed with a loud bang, locking it properly.

Her tied hair had come undone to fall messily down her shoulders from all the running and at the time the servants had been pushing, but the very last thing on her mind was how she looked at that moment, being presentable was the least of her worries, she only wanted to live.

She was worried as well about Rama, but she knew she would be alright with Draco by her side to protect her, after all he was immortal and the most powerful being on earth, but she wasn’t surprised he hadn’t taken part in the fight against the witches since he would be busy protecting his mate from harm, after all he never really cared for anyone.

The few candles that were lit up in the room were threatening to snuff out any moment, she was scared to the core. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears like a war drum as she sat beside the bed, knees pressed against her chest as she buried her face between them.

Her golden eyes once vibrant colours of the sun now reflected her terrified state as tears welled up to the brim of her eyes and she let them fall freely down her cheeks, her fragile heart was unable to take anymore unbearable weight of the dread that shrouded her whole.

The candles slowly died, leaving her trapped in her phobia as the room fell into perpetual darkness, it didn’t help that outside was dark too, the clouds had gone dark and the sun had disappeared.

From the area of the castle she was in, she couldn’t catch sight of Zamiel any longer or the witches but she was sure they had trooped into the castle, she would just have to wait until it was all over.

Being alone in the dark room, where her phobia haunted her, she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them. She had always been afraid of the dark, always felt as if something sinister and fearful was watching her from the depths of darkness, lurking in the shadowed area stimulated by her belief in monsters, how could she not? Vampires, demons and witches existed, so her belief in monsters only heightened.

Murky silence fell upon the room for a minute or two, but then her breath hitched when she heard the soft clinking of shoes just outside the door. Her eyes widened in terror as she shot it open, whipping her head to the door.

She could feel the sinister presence hovering behind the door and she clamped her hands over her mouth to stifle the scream that wanted to erupt, as her eyes gleamed with tears that trickled down her face silently.