The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 193: Daggered

Chapter 193: Daggered

As her impatient voice thundered across the air, her hands trembled with vile urge to murder her as she inclined the sharp edge of the blade against her neck, making Rama wince in pain as she felt the blade tearing her skin.

"Do it now!!" She screeched, emitting terror through Rama’s being as she grasped her viciously, her sharp nails digging into her skin to draw tiny trickles of blood.

Rama knew she was getting impatient while waiting for Draco to drive the dagger through his heart, but when she saw his hand holding the dagger moving to his chest, she lost all rationale as she went into frenzy.

"No!! Don’t do it!" She shrieked hysterically as she thrashed vigorously, struggling to free herself from the grasp of the dark witch, ignoring the fact that she could cause significant damage to herself as the dagger was held to her throat.

All that ran through her head at that moment was going to Draco to stop him from driving the dagger into his heart, which she knew he would effortlessly carry out without thinking twice just so she could live, but she couldn’t bear to watch him suffer or go through pain for a millisecond, it would crush her soul.

She was well aware with the fact that he was immortal and it would be impossible to kill him, but she felt a sinister motive behind the dark witch’s requests, she dreaded what would happen next if Draco daggered himself. Knowing the outcome would be destructive, it fueled her enthusiasm more to get to him, but the witch’s hold was impressively strong, unyielding for her escape.

"It’s alright, I won’t die, I promise." Draco said, his voice was strangely calm and soft as he reassured her, but she failed to adhere to every reason when she saw his hand with the dagger in it extend upward ready to plunge into his chest.

Unblinkingly with her gaze fixated on him, she cried out for him to stop, but before anything could transpire, a blinding light unfurled from the corner of her eyes and when she tilted her head to the side, she saw Aurora conjuring white magic that engulfed her palms with a beam, but unfortunately before she could entirely summon it, obsidian vines jetted out of the black soils like the fingers of shadows, coiling around her with an otherworldly grace.

It rapidly ensnared her as it coiled around her body, twisting around her limbs and neck as it pulled her down like a dark magnetic force for her to fall on her knees, each ebon vine bearing the essence of dark hex slowly infused into her skin, making her lose consciousness amidst her struggle to break free.

Rama gasped in shock at how effortlessly the dark witch queen had gotten rid of the white one, making her wonder just how powerful she was, but then she remembered that Draco had told her she had ancient demon blood coursing through her veins with a mixture of dark witch essence.

"Do it now! No more silly tricks." She warned, even though Rama couldn’t see her, she could feel the air of malignance rippling from her dark aura as rage overwhelmed her.

Without wasting another breathing second, he swiftly plunged the dagger into his chest with a mechanical movement. The sound of the blade slicing through his flesh seemed to slice through hers too with an indescribable ache.

At first, he felt fine, but then in the next millisecond, an overwhelming pain streamed through his body with a rapid pace. The obsidian hilt of the dagger pulsated with a fiery red glow that seemed to spread through his entire body in the form of flaming red tendrils that ran across his skin as if molten lava had been imbued into his blood.

The very air crackled with malignance as agonizing waves surged through him, a symphony of torment conducted by the sinister merge of his dark essence and the accursed blade.

Shadows embraced his tormented soul as he found himself shackled by the malevolent dagger forged from his dark lineage and the sorcery of the nefarious dark witch queen.

Unwilling to admit, but he was impressed by how much the shadow bane dagger weakened him to the extent every movement of his caused him an indisputable amount of anguish.

He staggered on his feet and without warning, he fell on his knees weakly while struggling to carry the weight of his body as ragged breaths flared out of his lips, his weighty eyes struggled to keep open as he stared at Rama in the captive of the dark witch, his sole source of strength and the only thing keeping his consciousness intact.

Rama whimpered as he stabbed himself in the heart, blood trickled down from his chest to soil his regal attire, but then when she saw red tendrils of veins tranversing over his pale skin, her heart jumped to her throat in inexplicable fear, a fear she had never felt before engulfed her entire being as her body trembled under the instinctual force of terror.

The myriad of despairing emotions she felt only intensified when she saw him drop to his knees as he spewed out a gurgle of blood while he coughed in a strained manner.

She screamed in terror, a pain stricken cry that made the space echo with her downbeated voice that choked. She wanted to beg for it to end, for the recurring nightmare to just stop so she could be in Draco’s arms again and revel in his warmth, but her mouth opened with no words able to be spurred as she watched him in his helpless state, his energy depleted, his glowing crimson orbs now dimmed as the shadow bane dagger sucked out every ounce of energy he retained.

As he watched her cry, his soul shattered into innumerable fragments while trapped in his helpless state. Her eyes blurred from the tears that sufficed the brim as she watched him groan in torment.

"Please....don’t kill him.." Her voice broke into smattering pieces as she choked on the hot tears cascading down her cheeks, at that moment, she would give anything to never see him in such a condition again, she’d sell her soul to the devil without batting a single eyelid.

"There’s no need to worry, he’s immortal anyway, and the shadow bane dagger is only capable of weakening him for a short duration, so he won’t die." The witch assured her, which she found strangely odd until she spoke again.

"But you will!" The dark witch hissed with an incomparable rage and bloodshot eyes glowering down at her, her green eyes swirled with malice that was unpaired to any she had ever seen .

As soon as she let out those venomous words, the faint sound of blade slicing through air echoed softly, everything transpiring too fast. She felt the hot friction of the cold blade slicing against her skin as the dark witch viciously cut her throat open.

The pain was indescribable as the dagger sliced her neck brutally. She froze in shock before her hand instinctively touched her neck as blood spurted out of the deep laceration.

The witch queen finally let go of her, leaving her to stagger forward before she fell limply on the floor. She could feel the warmness of her blood as it flowed down her neck to soak her dress, she could feel the life being drained out of her as her limbs became immobilised while she laid cold on the floor.

As the warmth of life slowly faded from her body and the cold hands of death kept her company, her life flashed before her eyes. She found it hard to believe that her end was written in such an unprecedented way, and the thought of leaving Draco all alone in eternal torment shattered her soul.

Her head became dizzy and her chest twisted painfully, she couldn’t comprehend if it was physical or emotional, but she knew she was dying, she could feel it clinging to every inch of her body that was fast becoming numb.

Every strained, hoarse breath she took came out painfully, like a silent torture before her end. As her blurry eyes drooped heavily, the last thing she saw was Draco’s shadowy figure as he sprouted up on his feet.

As Draco in his weakened state watched the dark witch slit Rama’s throat, he clutched the shadow bane dagger, its ebon blade pulsating with an otherworldly glow. Weakened and pallid, his eyes were shrouded with the torment of centuries.

As the sinister silhouette of the dark witch queen loomed, a grotesque specter of malevolence, he witnessed the cruel demise of his beloved mate and the world suddenly turned pitch black, every sense in him became numb, both physical and rationale.

A profound grief surged through him, and a primal, maddening rage erupted like a tempest. The very air crackled with his newfound fury as he unleashed a guttural roar that echoed through the accursed halls. His frailty transformed into a torrent of strength, muscles rippling beneath his demonic skin. The shadow bane dagger, once a weight in his hand, now felt like an extension of his vengeful will as he took it out.

With a savage ferocity, he closed the distance between himself and the dark witch queen, moving with a swiftness that defied his former feebleness. The dagger sliced through the air, leaving behind trails of ethereal darkness. Each strike was a symphony of vengeance, a dance of retribution fueled by the unholy amalgamation of sorrow and fury.

The dark witch queen, caught off guard by this sudden surge, tried to conjure her eldritch defenses, but the Devil’s son was an unstoppable force. His eyes glowed with an unholy fire as he struck her down with a relentless barrage of blows, each strike a declaration against the injustice that had befallen him. He impaled her with an ineffable brutality, blood splattered across the walls and floor as the blade went through her, covering every inch of her skin with gory slash marks.

As the heavily mutilated body of the dark witch queen fell, slowly getting enveloped by her blood, her malevolent powers dissipated like shadows in the dawn, Draco stood amidst the aftermath, a formidable embodiment of wrath and sorrow. The air, once heavy with despair, now crackled with the lingering echoes of his vengeance, and the shadow bane dagger gleamed with an eerie satisfaction, having served its purpose in the hands of a grieving demon.