The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 187: The Summoning

Chapter 187: The Summoning

As Aurora proceeded with the summoning ritual, they watched in edgy silence while she deftly arranged candlelights in the room for the summoning ritual of Angel Michael.

Absorbed in what she was doing with pure concentration, she extended a hand toward the floor and her lips moved softly. With a voice like the gentle breeze, she whispered barely audibly incantations, as she invoked Angel Michael into their midst.

With her delicate fingers, she drew sigils in the air, patterns of pure light that shimmered and danced around the air like ethereal fireflies.

Arcane symbols materialized on the floor, etched onto the ground with an iridescent glow in the pattern of a pentagram.

As the incantation flowed from her lips, the very essence of nature trembled at the summoning force of a celestial being.

The candles flickered violently, casting eerie shadows along the wall as the ambiance cloaking the room intensified, the curtains flailed violently and every heartbeat taken by the earth left Rama restless as she clenched and unclenched her fists, waiting for something to happen.

But then, the only thing that happened left her in utter disappointment. The candle lights all snuffed out at once as if someone had purposefully blown them out and the radiating symbolic inscribing etched on the floor slowly dulled till it no longer retained its otherworldly glow.

The witch queen had a disgruntled look on her face as her lips twisted, and Rama could easily tell from the looks of the situation that it was evidently not a pleasing one.

"What happened?"Rama broke the unnnerving silence that only seemed to expand. She could feel the knots in her stomach tighten, all she just wanted was Malika being safe with her again, yet the universe made such an uncomplicated wish seem so difficult.

"He’s rejecting the call." Aurora informed and for the first time in an almost unnoticeable moment, she saw an emotion break through Zamiel’s stern facade, as a hint of worry etched across his face, his composure threatening to break at the pressurizing weight of worry.

"Try again!" Draco commanded, but the witch queen seemed unyielding as she glanced at him with hopeless eyes.

"I’m sorry to say this, but he’s not going to answer the summon, it’s against the rules of the celestial realm to be involved in the affairs of humans or any problems concerning Earth," Aurora explained calmly, but Draco didn’t seem to yield to her words either.

He wanted Rama to be at peace and he wouldn’t hesitate to burn the world down for her to have whatever she desired. If he could burn the world down for her, saving Malika shouldn’t be a problem, but if Michael still refuses to answer the summoning, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid before dragging him down from heaven after beating him up to a bloody pulp.

"I guess the rules didn’t apply back then while he was busy fucking his human mate here on earth, how hypocritical, you better bring him down here and take care of what he started." Draco growled, but she remained reluctant to take any sort of action.

Glaring at her fiercely, he enunciated firmly on the words "Get that bastard here right now!"

Aurora flinched, but she finally gave in to his demand as she scurried to light up the candles and Rama assisted her.

"I’m certain he’ll answer to us, we just have to keep trying." Rama said to Aurora, as if comforting herself with the possibility that he would.

Aurora opened her mouth to say something but then she closed it, pressing her lips in a thin line, she simply nodded even though she didn’t seem so sure.

After lighting up the candles, she took her position and repeated the same procession for the summoning.

The inscribing on the floor glowed as she chanted incantations in a gibberish mutter. While Rama’s heartbeat intensified in anticipation, once again disappointment was thrown at her as the candle lights snuffed out and the inscribing etched on the floor dimmed.

"Try again!" Rama yelled with a choked voice, her body trembling violently.

Without reluctance or question, the witch did as she asked, repeating the same process as she summoned Michael yet again, but everytime the summoning ritual failed to work, her hope dwindled like a deserted forest with no expectancy for survival.

"I’ll go to the dark witch’s lair." Zamiel stated when the summoning failed to work for the third time, his movements felt strained with uneasiness as he proceeded toward the exit.

"Don’t let your emotions overpower you, you won’t be able to save her anyway." Draco called after him, but he never responded while he continued walking stiffly till he disappeared from their sight.

At that moment, the cold stoic vampire lord was no longer logical as he let his emotions win for the first time, which would have been quite an entertaining sight to behold, but her mind was occupied with worry.

They all watched as Zamiel left, but no one could stop him anyway, it was impossible, so they all let him leave to a futile escape.

"Try for the last time, if he doesn’t answer, I’ll be dragging his ass down here in front of his master." Draco said with all seriousness and she didn’t doubt for a second that he would, he was Draco after all.

Aurora nodded and tried again, muttering incantations as white magic floated in the air. The inscribing radiated and the candlelight were rekindled as they burned brightly.

Rama having lost hope in the summoning was not expecting anything different from the previous failed summonings to occur, so rather her newfound hope was placed in Draco forcefully dragging Michael out of heaven to help his granddaughter.

As she had expected, the candle lights were snuffed out with an eerie gust of wind and the inscribing on the floor dimmed, but just when they thought the summoning was over with and Draco was about to take action, the castle walls rumbled as if acknowledging the presence that was about to emerge.

Veins of profound cracks ran through the ground to spread on the wall. Rama’s heart skipped numerous beats as her eyes enlarged in suspense of what was about to ensue before them.

A sigh of relief escaped her parted lips that she found hard to close and as the seconds escalated, a blinding light filled the room and she heard Draco groan as he closed his eyes using his arm to shield his face.

The blinding light subsided and when her eyes fell on Draco, he looked as if he was sun burnt as his skin reddened with burn-like blisters on them, but in a beat they healed, his unblemished silvery pale skin recovered.

Her gaze narrowed to the sight before her as a brilliant radiance engulfed the space in front of Aurora, forming a swirling vortex of blinding white mist. Within this luminous tempest, the Archangel Michael began to take shape. His presence grew from the heart of the mist, and with every heartbeat of the world, his silhouette became more distinct.

With a resounding crescendo of celestial harmonies, Archangel Michael emerged from the mists, his colossal wings unfurling like the pages of a divine book as his features became perceptible to all’s sight.

As the mist surrounding his figure cleared off, Angel Michael, a celestial marvel, graced the earth with an otherworldly beauty that words alone could scarcely capture.

His silvery blonde hair flowed like strands of spun stardust, cascading in gentle waves that shimmer with an iridescent glow. His beguiling sapphire silvery blue eyes, deep and enigmatic as the boundless cosmos, beckon all who gaze upon them into a mesmerizing trance.

Michael’s ethereal presence was a paradox, a delicate harmony of light and resilience. His radiant aura bathes everything around him in a soft, celestial glow, casting a silvery luminescence upon the celestial realm. Yet, beneath that luminous facade laid a profound strength, a hardness forged in the crucible of cosmic duty. His unwavering resolve is like a diamond, unbreakable and eternal, contrasting with the fragility of mortal existence.

In the celestial tapestry of existence, Angel Michael stood as a masterpiece, a living testament to the beauty and strength that can exist in perfect harmony, an ethereal being whose very essence embodies the mysteries of the cosmos.

His regal attire of a white robe embellished with silver clung to his body with an ethereal life of its own, every movement of his made them billow like frothy clouds.

Angels had always been described as kind, innocent and pure hearted, but the angel in front of her had sharp eyes that could tear through a person’s soul with one look, eyes that were windows to the memories of countless wars and indiscernable knowledge.

He retained an angelic beauty but his celestial face was hard and frigid, unyielding to idiocy. His sapphire blue eyes scanned the room with displeasure as his wings disappeared.

"Whatever you summoned me for, I have no business with it." His voice was a seraphic melody that transcended earthly sound, but the coldness could not be missed.

"Neither am I the one responsible for littering your bloodline on earth and leaving them to roam about like chickens." Draco snapped, his eyes seeing red.