The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 188: Angel Of War

Chapter 188: Angel Of War

Rama impulsively interrupted "Please help us, I mean your granddaughter, Malika needs you, she’s in trouble."

Michael stiffly turned to face the human speaking, his twin orbs of celestial insights gleaming with the luminescence of countless stars seemed to see through the very essence of her soul.

"It’s a waste of time to rely on me, human. I have no business in this realm." He said blatantly, his voice colder than ice, she could feel a sudden chill run through her spine at his cold response.

"But she’s your granddaughter." She voiced out in apparent shock.

His demeanor remained indifferent at her statement "Zamiel should have never taken off her necklace, if she is to die, she deserves to die as a human."

Rama found his words incomprehensible to process, weren’t angels supposed to be tender-hearted and Sympathetic? But then, why was reality a gaping disparity from the expectation?

"You’re....an angel. You’re supposed to save people." Rama blurted out with an irritated scoff.

"Rules are applied to that." He stated with a nonchalant look.

"If rules are applied to saving people, what’s the purpose of your realm?" She breathed out in anger.

"If we saved everyone on earth, the boundary between good and evil would be hanging on a thin thread, there’s no reason to explain to you, humans, the universe doesn’t revolve around you." Michael remarked.

"I don’t care about the rules or balance, you will bring Malika safely back to me whether you like it or not." Rama declared, at that moment he wasn’t an archangel to her, just one encounter with him had modified her entire viewpoint about angels and the celestial realm.

He merely stared at her with a frigid countenance, without replying her, he proceeded to leave as his silvery white wings unfurled behind him with an otherworldly force that made the air ripple.

A radiating white mist enclosed him, stealing his form into the intensifying fog, but before he could completely disappear from sight, a flaming sword suddenly pierced through one of his wings with a force that sent him flying backward. He was abruptly pinned against the wall with the sword piercing through his wing as it plunged into it.

His pierced wing lay unfurled on the wall as the hilt of the sword poked out visibly from the wing, crimson trickled from the stabbed area down the wing to tinge it with red.

Rama, along with the white witch watched in shock at the happenings, their eyes darting between the angel whose face was twisted grimly in pain and Draco walking toward him with a murderous look.

No one needed to break it to them that Draco had attacked Michael.

But before Draco could reach him, Michael wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the blazing sword and swiftly took it out, blood spilling on the floor as it jetted out of his injured wings.

Michael groaned softly as the blazing sword came out. His injured wing weakly drooped down to rub the floor like an unbearable weight for him to hold up while it slowly healed.

Michael glowered hotly at Draco as he approached him, without waiting for an invitation, he attacked him at the speed of light as he disappeared from his position with a pace that could barely be perceptible by either Rama or Aurora.

As he charged toward Draco, an aura of divine light encompassed him, casting a blinding iridescent glow that burned into Draco’s eyes, leaving him blind for a split second but before he could recover, Michael took the opening for an attack.

Getting hold of him, he wrung his arm with immense pressure as he effortlessly threw him across the other side of the room. Draco hit the wall with a resounding thud, creating cracks in it, but he swiftly got up on his foot as they both lunged at each other, a clash between light and darkness.

Rama whimpered, almost panicking in fear, her legs subconsciously moving toward him regardless of the fight going on, but before she could take a step closer, Aurora pulled her back.

"It’s too dangerous, I’ll talk to them..." Aurora warned and she reluctantly stayed still as they watched the fight ensue.

"...After they both calm down." Aurora reasoned.

Rama fidgeted nervously, she could feel the knot in her stomach tighten more with each second she spent watching the fight.

It was a distant dissimilarity from her imagination, unlike her expectations for Angel Michael to help them earlier.

A sudden wreck broke her from her reverie as she saw Michael crashing against a pillar with dust rising in the air as the pillar crumbled. The crash would have undoubtedly killed a human, but he mechanically jolted up on his feet with a celestial elegance, every movement leaving a trail of stardust.

Draco’s blood-red eyes were slowly drained out to be replaced with a fiendish golden hue as they charged toward each other with an otherworldly gait, the ground beneath them rumbling with a guttural echo.

As the contrasting forces collided, the air crackled with the essence of darkness and light rippling through it. The ground quivered beneath the force of their otherworldly blows, the moon itself shivered, withessing the supernatural spectacle as the clash of elements created a tempest, swirling wind and fire in tandem.

Sparks of flames danced around Draco’s fingertips as he emitted waves of flames, shaping them into searing chains and with a malevolent precision, he hurled them toward Michael. The chains coiled around him like flaming serpents, tightening with each twist.

Ensnared by the chains, he lost his balance as he fell on his knees, while the chains intensified in tightness, coiling around his body and neck while he struggled to break free.

With an enormous pride resting on his shoulders, Draco glid through the floors with an obsidian sword materializing in his hand, as he approached Michael who was struggling vigorously to break free, but with each effort made, the chains tightened with an ominous fiery glow that scorched into his skin.

As Draco neared, a radiating glow erupted from within him as he tapped into the divine forces. Immediately the chains broke, he sprouted up on his feet with a glowing silver sword manifesting in his hand.

Michael’s celestial radiance clashed with the malevolent shadows that enveloped Draco as their swords collided. The clash of their swords created shockwaves that reverberated through the foundation of the castle.

Each parry and thrust emitted discernable waves of contrasting energies as mists of darkness and celestial light flickered in the air.

Draco swung his obsidian blade, leaving trails of shadow in its wake, while Michael countered with a radiant sword that gleamed with celestial light.

Sparks erupted as their blades clashed, echoing the cosmic struggle between darkness and light in a symphony of celestial clashes.

In the moonlit arena, Draco conjured spectral malefic spikes, attempting to impale Michael, who stood steadfast with unwavering resolve.

The air crackled with arcane energy as the combatants weaved between reality and the supernatural, each strike carrying the weight of eons-old conflicts.

Michael’s unfurled wings shimmered like ethereal shields, deflecting Draco’s dark sorcery, while the air pulsed with the essence of divine and infernal power.

The battlefield became a canvas of swirling energies, with the clash of celestial and infernal forces manifesting in bursts of otherworldly colors.

Draco unleashed a tempest of dark energy, attempting to engulf Gabriel, who countered with a burst of divine light, pushing back the encroaching shadows.

As the sword fight intensified, the ground quivered beneath them, resonating with the echoes of ancient prophecies that foretold this epic confrontation.

Meanwhile Rama and Aurora bore witness to a duel that transcended mortal comprehension. Rama would have been unnerved about the time engaged in the fight, but time seemed to bend at the prenatural speed between the two forces. The only concern was Draco killing the angel, at first he seemed to be holding back, but as the seconds accumulated, his eyes blazed with an unholy darkness.

As she watched the barely perceptible fight ensue, her mouth fell open with a frightened gasp leaving her lips when she saw a streak of blood paint the floor, but she found it hard to figure out whose blood it was until they stopped moving.

She sighed in relief when she saw Angel Michael falling weakly on one knee while holding his abdomen with one hand, blood seeping through his fingertips from the large gash crossing over his torso.

Crimson slowly soaked his beautiful white robe as it trailed from his wound, his celestial face now smeared with blood twisted with a scowl as he looked up at Draco who was approaching him with his extended obsidian sword.

Relentless to give up, Michael plunged his sword into the ground to support his weight as he stood up weakly. Blood spurted out of his mouth as he coughed with a hoarse strain.

As Draco neared him, he swung his sword upward as he aimed for his head. The sight left Rama in an erratic state as she impulsively ran toward him with a terror-stricken cry "Stop!!"

But she was too late, Draco’s speed was incomparable to hers. Even though she was aware of the fact that she couldn’t stop him in time, she still ran into it to stand between them like a mindless desperate woman, because she was.

Blocking Michael with her fragile figure, she closed her eyes tightly as she heard the metallic sound of blade slicing through air, she could feel the darkness oozing from the sword on her skin as it neared.