The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 179: Rage Of The Jade Eyed Queen

Chapter 179: Rage Of The Jade Eyed Queen

Zamiel remained impassive even in the face of fury as the human queen gave him a resounding slap that echoed through the four corners of the chamber. His face was unmoving as she delivered a hard slap across his face, as if it was carved from hard steel itself.

Not a flicker of emotion betrayed him, his stoic mask was an enigma, a testament to his otherworldly composure. His silence, more thunderous than any words spoke of a power beyond mortal understanding.

The lack of response from him only made her more enraged, shooting him glares with eyes that burned like emerald flames. Her fists clenched tightly.

"You were supposed to protect her! She’s your mate!" Rama snapped, her words rumbled like lightning, capable of striking down Zamiel at that moment, but still yet it elicited no response from him as he ignored her blatantly, making it seem like she was a spirit left to wander in the realm of the living.

Rama scoffed in incredulity at his attitude, she could feel the rising anger in her like a volcano about to erupt, although she refrained from doing anything since obviously he was unfeeling and safe to assume that he was a living dead.

He moved past her as he approached Draco "I had a hunch they would take her and use her as bait to lure us, I’ll leave for the white witch queen immediately."

Draco nodded "Do that immediately."

Zamiel turned to leave when Draco’s voice made him halt. "If you knew they would take her, why didn’t you put in enough effort to protect her?" He asked in curiosity.

"Because I know something you all don’t, not even Draco had figured it out which is quite disappointing as you were rather busy with your new toy." Zamiel said as his crimson eyes flitted past Draco with a look of disappointment, before flashing Rama a short suspenseful glance.

As much as she was furious at him for failing to protect Malika, her curiosity overwhelmed her as she blurted out "What do you know that is significant?"

Even though his face held no smug look, she saw visualized him as a smug asshole and he sure did take his time to reply.

"Get to the point Zamiel, we don’t have all the time in the world." Draco snapped in a low voice between gritted teeth, slightly restless at his prolonged silence.

Rama was well aware he had not a bit of concern in the world for Malika or anyone else except her, but the fact that he was committed and determined to save Malika for her happiness made her extremely optimistic about the outcome, her unsettled heart slowly finding solace in the unnerving dilemma she was faced with.

He even seemed to show more concern than the girl’s mate but she knew better than anyone it was a facade, Zamiel had a thick delusive mask of a heartless demon on, but sooner or later the warmth of his mate would burn through it and expose the feelings he had suppressed.

She snapped out of her thoughts as he spoke, her ears were eager to hear whatever important information he had for them that Draco had seemed to miss out, because he was distracted by her. She didn’t like the sound of that, of her being his distraction.

"Malika comes from the bloodline of Angel Michael, the archangel, so unmistakably she’s an angel too, a half angel. Her grandmother was a human and apparently he had an affair with her, seems she was his mate but a human, so Malika is Angel Michael’s granddaughter." Zamiel explained, his countenance, a neutral one was a stark contrast to the bewildered look etched on Rama’s face.

Meanwhile Draco was slightly pleased at the news, so the fragile flower wasn’t entirely weak and helpless as he had assumed her to be.

Rama’s mouth kept hanging open and close in disbelief at what he was spouting out, so many questions ran through her head, yes the fragile sweetheart was an angel by nature, but a real life angel? She was just an orphan when she had started working as a maid in the castle at ten, she knew nothing about her family as she lived with her aunt.

"How do you even know that? Besides that, if she was really an angel, wouldn’t she have...angelic powers or something?" Rama reasoned out, a gleam of wonder mixed with perplexity flitted through her eyes.

"Of course, no one would have been able to figure it out because she seems like a normal human, with no powers or inhumane abilities, but she’s been wearing a pendant given to her grandmother by Michael, it suppressed her angelic abilities, and concealed her powers from the world," Zamiel explained, trying as much as possible to explain the puzzling situation in just a few phrases, not that he cared whether she was following or not.

He dipped his hand into his trouser pocket and brought out something shrouded in a thick black cloth. With curious eyes, she watched as he peeled the fabric shrouding the item concealed beneath the layers of the fabric.

As he revealed the item, her eyes locked on the pendant that had always been wound around Malika’s neck for as long as she could remember, the girl had never taken it off, saying it was the only thing she had acquired from her mother even though she couldn’t remember her anymore.

But now, as Zamiel divulged them in the secret of her enigmatic birth, the pendant adopted a celestial form, as if acknowledging her true nature.

The pendant, a radiant heirloom from the divine hands of Archangel Michael, was a masterpiece of ethereal craftsmanship. Crafted from a shimmering silver metal unknown to Earth, it is adorned with a delicate, celestial blue gemstone at its center, which seems to hold a piece of the boundless sky within its facets.

The gemstone, resembling a fragment of the heavens themselves, radiates a soft, otherworldly glow, casting a gentle, soothing light in its surroundings. Its intricate design features finely detailed feathered wings etched along the edges, their delicate lines shimmering like the wisps of a guardian angel’s embrace, she had always compared her to the Angel, but now how unanticipated that she turned out to be a real one.

Beneath the celestial wings, a lattice of intricate, delicate filigree work crisscrosses in a mesmerizing pattern, reminiscent of the complex interplay of fate and destiny. As the pendant sways, it creates a mesmerizing dance of celestial light, its brilliance shifting with every heartbeat.

As Zamiel had said, the pendant served a deeper purpose beyond its captivating aesthetics. It housed an enchantment, a gift from Archangel Michael himself, designed to conceal the wearer’s half-angelic nature. When worn by anyone from his lineage, it would veil their radiant wings, concealing the divine light that coursed through their veins. A hidden clasp keeps its true power dormant, allowing his kinsmen to live a life as seemingly ordinary humans in the enchanting world, their celestial lineage an enigmatic secret.

"So the pendant was a trap to suppress her powers, that’s not fair, she’s been living as a weak, helpless human her entire life when she’s Archangel Michael’s granddaughter?! Humans are well aware of supernatural creatures and their existence, what was the use of hiding such a relevant part of her life from her in the first place?" Rama snapped as she flared up in a symphony of incredulity and annoyance.

"Angels and demons dominates the supernatural race, what do you think happens when a half bred angel wanders in earth without any sort of protection from their own kind because they’re not entirely welcome as a result of their dissimilarity, neither welcome in heaven or earth, you are bound to suffer from treacherous schemes from dark forces, so he wasn’t trying to hide her worth or make her weak, he was only trying to protect her, he’s protecting his bloodline." Zamiel implied.

"And what about you? How are you protecting her when you let her get abducted by the dark witches? And then you think she’ll be fine being in their captive because she no longer has the necklace to suppress her powers?!" Her voice thundered with rage, teeth gritting as veins popped.

"Exactly and then, her grandfather will surely come for her, their black magic doesn’t affect the celestial beings, but then again I’m not one to rely on only one option, so I’ll leave for the witch queen and plan out other strategies." Zamiel implied in nonchalance, ignoring the very annoyed human Queen in front of him.

"That’s an impressive idea, go on no time to waste." Draco said, waving his hand in a gesture for him to leave immediately.

Rama, on the other hand was extremely furious and at that moment, merely looking at his nonchalant behavior about his mate’s abduction by the dark witches made her lose it.

As Zamiel veered around to leave, she snatched a candelabra from the table and viciously swung it across his head, the object crashed against his skull earning a loud clangor in the room.

The candelabra shattered at the impact from the collision, but he remained unmoving, as though a finger hadn’t touched him. His fingers moved to touch the back of his skull as blood trickled from the wound, but in the next second, the wound healed.

She knew her mere human strength was barely enough to emit even the slightest tang of pain on him, yet she let her rage overpower her.

Zamiel mechanically veered around slowly, his crimson eyes a pool of darkness locked into hers, a calm storm whirling beneath it. She gulped, noticing she had ticked him off even though he didn’t show it, but still her intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do.