The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 238: Soaring

Chapter 238: Soaring

At first, Malika felt a tingling warmth spreading across her back, an inexplicable sensation that radiated from her core. The air around her seemed to shimmer with a golden glow, and a gentle breeze stirred, carrying whispers of celestial melodies that only she could perceive.

In a whirlwind of esoteric enchantment, the tingling warmth intensified, blossoming into an exquisite display of radiant light. From her shoulder blades emerged the embodiment of divine grace and celestial resplendence, angelic wings unfurling in a magnificent spectacle of iridescent hues. Feathers, glistening like precious gemstones, unfurled one by one, each carrying the essence of purity and celestial grandeur.

The wingspan was vast, stretching outward with an elegance that defied mortal comprehension. Feathers, translucent and delicate, shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors, a blend of opalescent whites, shades of gold reminiscent of the dawn, and hints of azure reminiscent of the clearest skies. Each feather bore intricate patterns, resembling celestial artwork crafted by the gods themselves.

As the wings fully extended, they exuded an aura of serenity, enveloping Malika in an ethereal glow that bathed the surroundings in a soft, celestial light. Their movement was not just a physical extension but a manifestation of divine harmony, a dance of feathers that swayed in sync with the rhythms of the universe.

With a tentative yet exhilarating flutter, Malika tested the movement of her newfound wings. They responded effortlessly to her will, the feathers catching the ambient light and casting radiant patterns on the ground below. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, lightness coupled with an inexplicable sense of connection to the celestial realm.

Though their beauty was breathtaking, Malika was keenly aware of the responsibility that came with these celestial appendages. They symbolized not just her lineage but a commitment to the virtues of the divine. Each feather held within it the essence of compassion, purity, and a boundless capacity for goodness.

She marveled at the intricate design of her wings, studying the fine details of each feather as if deciphering a sacred script written by the heavens. They were a testament to her duality, a fusion of mortal and celestial, a reminder that she bore the blessings and burdens of both worlds.

As Malika moved, the wings followed in perfect harmony, their mesmerizing display capturing the attention of all who beheld them. Yet, amidst the awe-inspiring spectacle, she remained grounded, her gaze reflecting a deep understanding of the significance of her celestial inheritance.

With her angelic wings adorning her, Malika felt a surge of purpose coursing through her veins. She was more than a mere amalgamation of celestial and mortal essence, she was a beacon of divine grace, a living embodiment of the harmonious balance between worlds, destined to wield her celestial legacy in service of a greater good.

Within her heart, she swore to be a make a significant difference in her lineage as a celestial being, she would portray her grace and divine essence to illuminate the world with her unquenchable light.

Twirling around, she giggled in awe as her feathers fluttered and effortlessly responded to her. Stretching her hand toward the vast expanse of her wing, she brushed her fingers against it, feeling the softness and steely hardness of the touch beneath her fingertips.

It felt as though it was crafted from a symphony of velvet and the hardness of steel. She was utterly amazed at how gorgeous they were, but she was left in a dazed state of marvel at how the colours shifted and blended underneath the silvery glow of the moon.

Her beautiful white wing had beautiful strokes of azure blue and gold adorning it in intricate patterns, adding a touch of spectacle and mystic to it.

"You have beautiful wings, they suit you perfectly." She heard Zamiel say and her attention which had been effortlessly drawn by her captivating wings suddenly dropped on him.

"Oh, thank you. They’re lighter than I expected." She said with a hearty voice, excitement and splendor coating her words.

"Every demon and angel possesses a wing according to their essence, it’s as if the universe creates a wing specially for them. Unlike the humans and other beings, the heart isn’t the core of our being, our wings are." Zamiel said, tracing his fingers gently across her wings.

"That’s amazing." She exclaimed with a beautiful smile garnishing her face. She didn’t doubt Zamiel’s words for a second because she knew he was right. She could feel the connection between her wing and her, it was like a luminescent energy that encircled her in it’s perceptible embrace.

It was as though it had a life of it’s own.

"Like yours, you may not notice it but it defines you in every way, just like mine." Zamiel remarked.

"Then what happens if it’s cut off?" She queried with pure curiosity gleaming in her eyes as she looked up at him with innocent doe eyes.

Silence echoed through the vast mountain as he paused for a minute before speaking "You die." He stated blankly.

Her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings on hearing him "Really?" She exclaimed, almost screaming in stupefaction.

"Like I said, your heart isn’t the core of your being, your wings are. It’s the most powerful and weakest part of your being." He explained with a stern countenance and he saw her tense up in fear.

"Fret not, your wings aren’t made of paper, they’re made of steel, it would be a hassle to cut them off and a mere dagger or sword isn’t going to cut it." He assured with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Well, that’s assuring but if swords and daggers can’t cut them off, then what can?" She queried.

"Claws." He stated as he brings his hand to her view.

"Your class are more powerful than swords?"

"Yes, have you forgotten that I’m a demon?" He said sarcastically.

"So technically a demon can cut off my beautiful wings." She murmured to herself, but she wasn’t worried about that, after all she didn’t have a known feud with any demon.

"That’s enough talking, you’ve spread your wings, now it’s time to fly." He said with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"What?"

"Fly."

She gulped, her eyes wide with nervousness as she darted her eyes between the shadowy chasm and the sky before returning it to his face "I don’t know how to fly."

"You have wings, just let it lead while your body navigates." He said with a doting smile curling his lips up but before she could speak, his majestic wings suddenly flapped as they collided together in front of him, earning a thunderous boom across the mountain.

The torrent of pulsating force propelled her backward without warning and before she could process what had occurred, she saw herself falling in a rapid pace into the vast chasm as she tumbled midair amidst heart wrenching screams.

In the boundless expanse of the ancient chasm, Malika teetered at the precipice, her heart racing as the chasm’s darkness yawned below. Ethereal strands of moonlight caressed the silhouette of her recently unfurled wings, each feather poised in tentative anticipation. These celestial appendages, tender and new, quivered against the tempestuous gusts swirling through the abyss.

Zamiel stood at the edge of the cliff as he watched her like a mysterious silhouette against the twilight. With an enigmatic resolve, he gently nudged her into the unknown depths, an implicit belief that she’d take flight effortlessly. Yet, as she tumbled into the void, the realization dawned upon her, flight was an art learned through trials and lessons, not a mere leap of faith.

Despite the certainty of Zamiel’s guardianship, a primal instinct for survival stirred within her as she neared the ground floor. She sought the limit, pushing herself as she hurtled earthward. Her eyes clenched shut, muscles tensed, and determination etched upon her face, she grappled to command her wings, a desperate attempt to alter her fate.

In a sudden surge of sheer willpower, her wings obeyed, yielding to her earnest bid. With a breath-stealing rush, the air quivered as her feathers whispered against the current. A miracle unfurled as the plummet ceased, and she hung suspended, a mere heartbeat from the yawning chasm floor.

Her ethereal wings, embracing her with newfound strength, propelled her toward sky. A symphony of celestial grace unfolded, her wings punctuated by a celestial whoosh. With a graceful pirouette, she danced amidst the heavens, an exuberance lighting up her celestial countenance.

Zamiel, perched at the edge, observed in awe, a proud grin etched across his features. His eyes traced her celestial ballet, witnessing her metamorphosis into an aerial enchantress. His own majestic, obsidian wings unfurled, eclipsing the starlit canvas as he ascended to join his beloved. A stark contrast emerged, his dark, enigmatic nature complemented by her radiant, celestial essence.

Their union, an embrace amidst the cosmos, wove a tapestry of contrasts. She, the embodiment of grace, twirled in jubilant celebration of her newfound flight. He, the enigmatic guardian, exuded admiration as he soared to her side, his presence a testament to their harmonious contradictory natures.