The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 186: The Silver Witch Queen

Chapter 186: The Silver Witch Queen

Spending time in the forest with the Faeries who were rather reluctant in getting a rest, they stayed in the forest till the clouds darkened. As soon as nighttime arrived, Draco suggested they leave for the castle.

She had almost forgotten about the Silver Witch queen’s arrival, her worries had almost faded away in the midst of the Faeries in the Enchanted forest.

Saying farewell to the tiny magical creatures, they proceeded to leave, but still she could hear the melodious music from a distant away as they merried through the night.

Immediately they arrived at the castle, she tensed as she worried for Malika and every second wasted in saving her.

"She’s here, the Silver witch queen." Draco informed and she nodded, a suspenseful gasp escaping her lips as they trod down the hallway.

They strode toward the King’s meeting chamber where she reasoned the Silver Witch queen was waiting for them with Zamiel, she hoped the witch queen would have only optimistic words rolling off her lips and a promising plan to save Malika.

The door shut open and they emerged inside. As predicted, Zamiel and the silver witch queen were already present. It wasn’t so hard to recognize her as the witch queen since she looked like the manifestation of one herself.

Standing in the middle of the room existed a queen of ethereal beauty and mystic power. She was known as the Silver Witch Queen, a white witch who wielded the purest and strongest of white magic. Her long, flowing silver hair cascaded like a shimmering waterfall, glistening in the moonlight. Her eyes, the color of polished silver, held an otherworldly wisdom that could pierce through the darkest of secrets.

Her skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow, a porcelain canvas untouched by the sun’s embrace. The faintest hint of sunlight danced across her complexion, giving her an almost ghostly allure. Her lips, kissed by a silvery hue, seemed to whisper incantations of ancient spells and enchantments.

Cloaked in robes woven from the threads of starlight, the Silver Queen moved with the grace of a celestial being, Rama would have almost mistaken her for an angel. Each step she took left a trail of stardust in her wake, and her presence was a serene, yet powerful force that commanded both respect and reverence.

In the hushed whispers of the kingdom, she was hailed as the guardian of purity and the protector of the innocent. Her magic, as luminous as the full moon, brought healing, harmony, and light to a world often plagued by darkness. She was the living embodiment of the enchanting and mystical, a beacon of hope in the heart of a dark supernatural realm.

Rama found it hard to concentrate as her eyes locked into the spellbinding ones of the witch Queen, she was simply a mesmerizing display of beauty, a blend of both tranquil white magic and paradoxical allure.

The Silver Witch queen had a rather straight countenance as she curtsied with a slight bow toward the both of them, her silver locks falling over her shoulders as she bows caught the moonlight in different angles, making it reflect like the aurora Borealis, every movement and action of hers portrayed her mystical essence and embodiment of white magic.

"It’s a pleasant honour to be acquainted with your highness, Rama. I go by the silver witch queen but you may call me Aurora." The witch queen said in a mellifluous smooth voice as she gave Rama a pleasantly sweet smile which she returned.

"It’s an honour to meet you too Aurora." Rama said with a slight curtsy.

"My Lord, your arrogant servant here has informed me of the problem with the dark witches." She spoke with a calm low tone to Draco, her mellifluous voice felt like a gentle caress across the wind, but as serene as her voice sounded, a gust of displeasure could be sensed as she flashed a glance at Zamiel.

"Watch your tone witch." Zamiel warned beneath his breath as he shot her a subtle glare, but ever so gracefully she averted her gaze from him and focused them on the couple with a high chin.

"Is the girl still alive? Malika?" Rama suddenly queried, she held her breath with racing heart in apprehension for what would roll off those silvery pale lips.

Her silver brow raised up as she answered, "Very well, yes."

A loud sigh echoed from Rama’s lips as she hugged Draco for comfort, feeling a wave of solace wash down on her, until she heard the witch’s voice.

"But..." Her head whipped toward her, the inauspicious strain in the air was palpable to the extent she could taste the lingering bitterness at the back of her throat. There was nothing good with buts.

"But what?" Rama asked, her voice cracked with tension as she maintained her gaze on the witch.

"But there’s nothing I could do to help you infiltrate their lair, as you all know, only angels are capable of using their powers inside their lair, their hexes and dark magic doesn’t work on celestial beings." The silver witch queen explained.

Rama’s lashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she heard her speak, the sense of relief she felt suddenly dissipated into thin air "What do you mean you can’t do anything about saving Malika? Are we supposed to let her die? If you can’t do anything about it, then who can?"

"Who else but her grandfather, Archangel Michael?" The witch implied nonchalantly.

"Are you going to drag him down from heaven if he refuses?" Draco asked sarcastically but still she could discern a hint of seriousness in his voice, making her head whip toward him.

"What do you mean if he refuses? He’s her grandfather, isn’t he? He won’t leave her to die now would he?" Rama pointed out with panic etched on her face.

"We haven’t caught a glimpse of him nor any archangel on earth in over a century, there’s a chance he might refuse to yield to our call if we try to summon him, he’s somewhat...prideful, as you know, he’s the angel of war." The witch explained.

"I don’t understand..." Rama’s voice rang low in a smattering whisper as her eyes darted between everyone in the room, but it lingered on Zamiel longer as she had expected him to plan out a designated scheme to save his mate.

"How...are we...going...to save her?" She asked, her chest heaving erratically.

"We’re going to summon Michael and he’ll answer the call." Zamiel uttered firmly, his eyes blazing with a zealous confidence.

"Then what are we waiting for? Summon him right now and if he refuses to answer, we’ll invade heaven and drag him down here ourselves." Rama asserted, even as bizarre as it sounded to her, but it wasn’t impossible for Draco to do.

"Well, there’s something you all should be aware of before we proceed with the summoning of Angel Michael." The witch Queen said with a despairing sigh as she shot a glance at Zamiel.

"More bad news?" Rama shot at her blatantly as she braced herself for it.

As she had expected, the white witch pressed her lips in a thin line with a nod as her straight demeanor was switched to a somber one "I’m afraid so." Her voice hung heavy with gloom, revealing the unnerving weight of the situation, while they all waited to hear her out.

"Well, unfortunately, Zamiel had taken off her pendant which suppressed her angelic abilities, it might sound like a good thing that she’s able to protect herself from harm but I’m sorry to break it to you that it’s not."

Rama gulped as her fists clenched, fingers digging into her palm as her fiery gaze burned holes into Zamiel’s face.

"What do you mean?" Rama said between gritted teeth.

"What I mean is that her powers could do more harm than good to her, her abilities had been suppressed for so long and without proper training on how to wield them she is a potential cause of danger to herself more than she is to others. Without the necklace her concealed powers would be released in such an overbearing amount, that it would easily deplete her energy since her body is not familiar with that kind of power, so there is a probability that wielding such an excess amount of power could kill her." The witch clarified.

"What? Her powers could kill her?!" Rama yelled hysterically as her eyes went wider than saucers in absurdity at her words.

"Well, in a case where her body is strong enough to endure the overwhelming dominance of her powers over her body, she might survive, but right now we can’t be so certain, especially since her powers had been concealed for so long." Aurora sighed thoughtfully.

"At this point, its either the dark witches hurts her or she hurts herself." She murmured.

"That necklace should never have been taken off." Aurora said gravely with hard silver eyes piercing into Zamiel’s ones.

"If anything happens to her..." Rama trailed off as her voice choked in hot anger.

"Rather than blaming each other, I suggest we summon Michael right now." Aurora suggested as she took a deep breath in to regain her composure, she was right after all, they had little or no time in their hands to save Malika from herself rather than the dark witches.