The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 181: Retaliation?

A new dawn arose, the curse of darkness created by the dark witches had been lifted, indicating their absence after the destruction they had influenced.

Immediately Rama rose from the bed, the memories of the destruction yielded by the dark witches in the castle and Malika’s abduction enveloped her like a flood, the weight of distress pressed upon her chest making it hard for her to breathe. She could still hear their dreadful screams and the vivid images of the deformed corpses.

"Breathe love, the silver enchantress will be here soon, we’ll save Malika." Her head whipped in the direction of where the voice emanated and as anticipated, her eyes met his burning crimson ones, he spoke so softly, his voice was like a whisper in the ocean breeze.

"Silver what?"

"The white witch, but she’s known as the silver enchantress." He explained with a charming smile cutting through his lips, it was an apparent dissimilarity to the usual sarcastic smirk glued to his lips.

"Immediately she arrives, we’ll head to the dark witch’s lair, right?" She exclaimed, hope gleaming in her dilated eyes.

"Of course love." He replied with a short beam and she felt her heavy chest lighten in ease.

"Let’s get dressed up and have breakfast, you barely ate yesterday, you need your strength." Draco implied as he gestured toward the washroom.

Nodding cheerfully, she took her bath and after they were both done dressing up, waltzed to the dining hall. The corridors were they had seen corpses the previous day had been thoroughly cleaned up, squeaky clean with the aroma of fresh roses and lavender scenting in the air.

It felt as if what had transpired with the attack by the dark witches invading the castle was only a nightmare, it had never happened, but it did.

As soon as they walked into the dining hall, she saw an unfamiliar figure standing at a far corner of the room, facing the stained windows with his back against them and hands crossed behind him.

At first she thought it was a statue as the figure was unyielding to movement even upon after hearing their arrival, which would have been impossible not to notice, from the clangor of the closing doors to the clinking of their shoes against the marble floor.

She realised it wasn’t a statue when she saw his reddish-purple hair sway behind him in an eerie manner, as if the strands of his hair had taken a sinister form as they danced to the left in a serpentine structure.

Abruptly, Draco halted, his gaze darkened as it peered into the back of the unfamiliar figure who still stood unmoving. She halted too, and smelling the rising pressure in the air, she slowly hauled her feet backward as she hid her figure behind the lean muscular one of Draco. His large frame shielded her and yes, she did not mind being protected as long as she was still breathing and she could be by Draco’s side.

Hiding behind Draco, she peeked her head out to watch the unfolding event before her with prudent eyes.

"Are you here to join your daughter? If so we can make it quick." Draco said in a neutrally bored voice.

His words sank into her head and she could feel the weight of melancholy envelop her as her eyes widened in terror "Is that..."

Before she could complete her sentence, the daunting figure in front of the window beat her to it "Asmodeus? Yes, I am." His voice bellowed through the air with a guttural growl as he veered around to face them, although none of the demons she had encountered recently possessed a malignant darkness as Draco and his father did, they still frightened her to her bones, Draco was her mate and they weren’t, making his darkness familiar and tolerable.

Her heart dropped when his melancholic features came into her sight as he approached them with a regal grace as his body swayed with pride, but Draco’s was unmatched.

The closer he got to them, adrenaline coursed through her veins as his daunting yet immersive features became transparent to her sight, but she was more terror stricken by the overwhelming darkness oozing from him, than she was smitten by his beauty.

Asmodeus, the demon of lust, was a striking figure. His long, flowing hair was a mesmerizing blend of fiery red and regal purple, cascading down his back like a river of forbidden desires. His piercing, violet eyes held the allure of temptation, their depths concealing a potent mixture of seduction and wrath.

Asmodeus, with his chiseled, androgynous features, seemed like a masterpiece of dark sensuality. His skin, as pale as moonlight, contrasted sharply with the vivid hues of his hair and eyes, making him an enigmatic and captivating presence in the shadowy realm of demons.

Amid his ethereal beauty, however, simmered a seething anger. A vendetta that burned like a tempest within him, for the devil’s son had taken the life of his beloved daughter. Asmodeus’s beauty concealed a fury so intense that it threatened to consume the very underworld in a tempest of passion and vengeance.

With every step he took, the ground trembled with the declaration of rage that engulfed him.

"Draco." Asmodeus called, his face turned beet red and smoke practically billowed from his ears, his rage was beyond control, she could anticipate a war breaking out between the two demons right there and her instincts whispered to her the witches attack wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to the fight between the two of them.

"Where is that bastard child, Zamiel!! I heard he beheaded my son and left his body in the forest to rot! Lucifer won’t be able to help him if what I heard is true!" A female voice thundered from the other side of the room followed by a heavy clinking of heels against the marble floor as she marched up to them, but when she came in eye contact with the devil’s son, she struggled slightly to maintain an indifferent expression.

"Unfortunately, the rumours are true. If he had kept his hands to himself rather than touching others possessions, he wouldn’t have been beheaded like a spineless rat." Draco said in a cold, passionless voice, an underlying air of darkness engulfing his words, striking the woman with speechlessness.

No one needed to tell her who she was, she was the demoness of greed and Ammon’s mother.

The demoness of greed, a formidable figure, commanded attention with her striking appearance. Her cascading red hair resembled molten gold, as it flowed down her back like fiery tendrils of avarice, radiating with an irresistible allure. Her emerald eyes, deep and unrelenting, gleamed like precious gemstones, harboring the insatiable lust for wealth and power.

She was a vision of opulence and opalescence, her ethereal beauty cloaked in an aura of covetousness. Her alabaster skin seemed to glisten with an otherworldly sheen, enhancing the perception of boundless riches that clung to her very being.

Yet beneath this facade of insatiable desire lurked a consuming wrath, a tempestuous anger that shook the very foundations of the underworld. The devil’s son’s right-hand man, Zamiel had ruthlessly taken the life of her beloved son, and this act had ignited a furious fire within the demoness of greed, one that threatened to turn the realm of avarice into a relentless inferno of revenge and retribution, but she was no match for the devil’s son, so she sought for Zamiel instead.

"I need Zamiel, give me Zamiel and you’ll never see my face again." The demoness spoke between gritted teeth in a hiss, hands clenching tightly for her fingers to dig into the palm.

"Is that a threat?" He leaned in with tilted head, his wicked eyes piercing into hers and she flinched.

A whirlpool of darkness sucked his facial features, melancholy dripping from every word rolling from his lips "Either ways, if I ever see you here again, I’ll give you what you want and you shall be with your son forever."

Without waiting for her reply, his head tilted to Asmodeus "If your daughter hadn’t so foolishly attempted to murder my mate, she wouldn’t have been executed, now I wouldn’t be wasting my breath on either of you, but I’m only sparing your insignificant lives because my wife needs to eat her breakfast without an unpleasant bloody sight." His voice rang with impatience and as soon as he spoke, the two demons gazes dropped on her.

"I only want Zamiel to pay for what he has done to my beloved son." The demoness spoke, her chest heaving with suppressed rage, but at that moment, Rama wondered where their spouses were, or perhaps they were too scared to confront the devil’s son.

"I’ll make sure you see your son before you even think of touching him, now the both of you get the fuck out of my sight or ill be changing my mind." Draco growled, the kind that sent spine chilling waves in the air and at that moment, the world seemed to lose colour as melancholy enveloped her.