The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 191: Guardian Angel

Chapter 191: Guardian Angel

Michael strode through the empty halls, but as he delved deeper, he saw blood smeared all over the floor, with streaks of blood designing the floor which spewed from the decapitated and mangled corpses of the dark witches, brutally dispersed awkwardly all over the place.

The dark essence from the use of demon energy was extensively palpable in the vicinity, like a living, breathing sinister force that seemed to cling to everything it touched. It was evidently detectable that Zamielhad single handedly orchestrated the unsightly massacre.

But as he proceeded to continue, dark witches crawled out from every hidden shadowy corner, some were injured, some were perfectly fine.

A hint of fear swirled in their eyes as it narrowed spitefully to the celestial being in their midst, concealing the apparent nervousness, they conjured up their black magic, ready to use it against him as they chanted in unified chorus.

Merely staring at them while they invoked the forces of darkness, a shadowy vortex encompassed him like a tempest wind. As their chants increased, his body emitted a blinding glow from within and a shockwave of celestial energy dispersed in the entire area.

The air flared with the essence of the shockwave as it destroyed their manipulations and in the process, turning them into shriveled corpses, surveying the area to make sure none of them survived, he proceeded further.

As he walked into the spacious expanse in the heart of the lair, his sapphire eyes firstly dropped on Zamiel’s entrapped figure with obsidian tendrils crawling over his body like serpents forged from hell as it pulsated with an ominous energy.

Zamiel’s head hung low in his unconscious state, making his hazel locks fall over his front to conceal his face, but in his insentient state, he struggled to break free as his limbs subconsciously moved, although everytime he moved, the tendrils would coil tightly around his wrists, neck and torso.

He nonchalantly averted his gaze from the trapped demon, he wasn’t there to save him anyway, he was only there for the girl, his granddaughter.

Scrutinizing the spacious area, his gaze darted to the stone altar seated in the middle of the room, in which a girl lying atop was bound to it. Moving closer to the stone altar, he hovered above her frail figure clad in an equally frail dress. It didn’t take him much brain space to realize that she was his granddaughter, after all he had watched over her every single day of her life without her knowledge.

Although, he had watched over her, but he had only seen her up close when she had been a toddler, ever since then, he maintained his distance while watching her from above as she lived as a human.

Staring at her, he was disturbed at the striking resemblance between her and his dead mate, her grandmother. It was a nostalgic moment and the longer he stared at her face, he could feel his insides being devoured with rage, rage that he couldn’t save his mate because he had chosen his duties as an angel before her, even though she had been his top priority.

But at that moment, he shut his thoughts out as he focused on the dying girl.

Her golden locks sprawled over the altar had lost its natural sheen and her face was drained of colour.

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As the green eyed witch disappeared into the darkness, Malika’s weighty eyes finally caved in to the hands of unconsciousness, she could feel her body weaken and her energy fast depleting, it suddenly tasted like the numb spice of death.

In her unconscious state as she drowned slowly into a whirlpool of darkness, a sudden radiating beam emitted a wave of warmth onto her, zapping her into consciousness.

As she slowly opened her eyes, a blurry figure hovering above her appeared to her view. It was barely perceptible to her sight as she was in a dizzy state, still reeling from the potential loss of energy, but whatever it was seemed to be shrouded in a celestial glow, even its face appeared to be masked in a blinding light, but its striking sapphire eyes remained visible.

She was oblivious of who the ethereal being was, but weirdly she felt a sense of solace with his presence, he emitted a rather distinct aura that was hard to go unnoticed by her even in her subconscious state. He was the manifestation of an angel, but at that moment, she couldn’t wholly believe whatever she saw as she was swimming in a blurry line between reality and hallucinations.

Her eyes fell on Zamiel who was unconscious in his trapped state and fear suddenly gripped her "Please save him..." She pleaded in a hoarse voice to the strange angelic man whom might have been a stimulation of her imaginations, but his bright aura seemed so realistic, she could almost feel the warmth on her skin.

She squinted her blurry eyes desperately so that she could clearly see the figure in front of her, yet the more she tried to see his face clearly, the more out of sight he seemed to be, but then even at that, he seemed familiar, it was as though she had met him before but she couldn’t quite point her fingers on how or where, it all felt like a hazy memory.

But as she was about to give up on who the mysterious nan before her could possibly be, the memories came flooding in, making her weary eyes dilate in bewilderment and awe.

As a child, she had always thought it had been a beautiful dream of a beautiful man. Once in a while, she would see a glowing man with glowing wings and sapphire eyes cone to visit her, but then the older she got, the less of him she saw until he no longer visited.

As she grew up, the memories of the mysterious man she used to refer to as her guardian angel while she was a toddler faded, with only a lingering trace to remember him as a dream, but now he was standing in front of her, still yet she couldn’t tell apart from reality or imagination, so rather she reeled in the moment as she leaned weakly.

"Are you my guardian angel?" She blurted out in a strained low voice, before falling back into her unconscious state as her heavy lids closed.

Michael just stood frozen staring at her with a blank expression, but the pain and grief eating him up was beyond mere expressions to reveal. The very moment she opened her lids to reveal those golden orbs, his already dead heart withered away like wilting roses. She had exactly the same eye colour as her grandmother, it seemed as if the universe was up to punish him as she was sculpted in the clone of his dead mate.

The death of his mate was an inexplicable pain that words could not exemplify for the knowledge of man, a dark hole that stretched out deeper than the bottomless depths of the ocean, it was a torment that surpassed hell and an insight that even diviners could never attain.

Seeing an exact replica of his dead mate not only brought nostalgic memories flooding with pain and guilt, it was a reminder of the hell he was forever trapped in with no possible escape.

His jaws ticked as he closed his eyes and opened them, gaining his composure. At that point, he wanted to save her so he could leave the realm as soon as possible and refrain from seeing her insufferable face anymore.

Firstly, he freed her from the ropes wound around her, then opening his palm, her pendant materialized on it and he quickly but gently wore it over her slender neck and then he placed his palm on her chest to emit a glow which circulated through her body.

Her chest heaved and a gust of breath left her lips as she slowly regained her energy, but still she was unconscious.

He glanced at Zamiel who was still trapped by the obsidian tendrils. Zamiel was powerful, but the dark witch queen was equally strong. Birthed from the former dark witch queen and an ancient demon, she seemed to be a match for Zamiel.

With a dragged sigh, he extended his hand toward Zamiel with a radiating beam engulfing it. The tendrils immediately loosened around him as they retracted back into the earth.

Zamiel growled as he sucked air into his lungs while jolting up on his feet. He glanced at Michael with squinted eyes and slightly curled lips in displeasure as he said "What took you so long?"

"Get your mate." Michael said nonchalantly as he started approaching the exit.

Zamiel impulsively rushed over to Malika, cupping her face in her unconscious state as he scanned her body for any signs of injury and he sighed in relief, realizing she was only unconscious.

Cradling her in his arms delicately, he proceeded to leave until he heard Michael’s voice.

"It’s unfortunate my granddaughter was mated to you." His voice was rather tepid for a displeased grandfather.

Zamiel merely scoffed as he walked away with her in his arms.