The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 253: An Angel’s Fear

Chapter 253: An Angel’s Fear

Malika’s breath hitched at the foreboding sense omitted from the underground cavern, goosebumps manifested on her skin but still she ventured forward, overlooking the eerie ambiance and warning bells chiming at the back of her head.

Her curious eyes scrutinized the vicinity with wary, looking out for the monsters lurking in the shadowy areas even though she was well aware there weren’t any, but her fear of monsters made her highly alert for any unexpected one.

She was frightened, her heart rapidly throbbed against her ribcage like ancient drums of impending danger, but still, her body subconsciously moved under the influence of curiosity and confidence.

Her widened eyes swirled with a mixture of fear, curiosity, and an unfathomable temptation to catch a glimpse of this enigmatic entity that had been imprisoned for a millennia.

A faint echoing, windy sound brushed through the air in a rather inauspicious manner, as if the wind was telling a tale of an enigmatic mystery she couldn’t understand.

The vicinity was dimly lit with flickering torches, she wondered if Draco paid constant visits to the place just to brighten it up, but then when she pressed thoughts on it, Draco had been gone for days, so in a logical sense, the torches would have been snuffed out until then, but of course the underground prison was imbued with the dark forces of Draco’s powers, so the lit torches were the least of her concern.

In the empty space, she could hear a barely audible mournful wail sate the air, but it was rather terrifying than empathetic, it made a chill rush down her spine, but still she trudged forward.

Her youthful, keen eyes narrowed down to the obsidian coffin seated in the middle of the room. Moving towards the coffin, she halted as she hovered above it. It was carved from obsidian itself, etched with ornate engravings and dark carvings that made her body tremble.

She gulped with harsh breaths leaving her lips as she could feel the pulsating wave of menacing energy spurring from within the coffin, as the essence of the dark entity trapped within snakes out through the tiny expanse of the lid in the form of shadowy mists.

Her heart rate escalated as she felt the essence of Morwana, the goddess of death. Licking her quivering lips, she summoned courage as she extended her hand toward the coffin. Hesitating for a short moment as her trembling hands suspended midair above the lid, she clutched her fists before pressing her palm against the lid.

The moment her palm came into contact with the sleek, lustrous surface, a torrent of chills spread from her palm into her body. A horrified gasp left her lips as in that split moment, she could suddenly feel Morwana’s core essence, making her feelings perceptible.

Her golden eyes gleamed with an iridescent light as she felt the forbidding nature of the dark entity. Imprisoned in an endless slumber and stripped of her freedom, she could sense her unmatched, bestial rage, her bloodthirsty drained soul, and her blackened heart for vengeance and retribution.

The deadly and malignant thirst for vengeance and the lethal essence emitted even in her imprisoned state terrified Malika to the marrow of her bones, and at that moment of fear, she accidentally lost control of her powers.

A faint radiating golden wisps crackled as it danced around her fingertips, provoked by her fear, and before she could process what had transpired in that moment, the golden wisps dissipated from her palm as it spread onto the coffin.

It snaked around the coffin within a split second as soon as she realized that she had lost control, she impulsively recoiled her hand back, but it was too late. She watched as the golden wisps ejected from her palm enclose the coffin.

She was terrified as she stared with widened eyes, thinking she had done something to alter the dark entity’s imprisonment, but when the golden wisps dissipated into thin air and the coffin was as static as earlier, she sighed in relief that she hadn’t altered the imprisonment.

Swallowing deeply, adrenaline surged through her veins as her survival instincts kicked in and she turned away and scurried away from the eerie space without looking back. Guilt, trepidation, and caution flitted across her eyes in a beat as she ascended up the wooden stairs and hurriedly exited the underground prison and she bolted through the door.

Making sure the door was tightly locked shut, she drew the thick curtain over it to conceal the door as it was earlier before moving back from it impulsively.

Malika stood frozen as she pierced her frightened gaze on the concealed door with wary as if expecting something to burst out of it any moment, but after standing around with her unwavering gaze fixated on it for what seemed like an eternity, nothing happened.

"Malika." The sudden echo of the baritone voice calling out her name made her jerk on her feet as she gasped in terror as she whipped her face cautiously toward the direction of the voice.

Zamiel who had walked in on her witnessed her terrifyied state as she stared blankly at the curtains until her gaze dropped on him. Her usual blush tinged face was now drained of colour, as pale as a corpse from apparent dread masking her demeanor.

The whiff of fear emanating from her aura was greatly perciptible, it made him anxious and edgy as he directed his gaze at her with creased brows in confusion. He was even more confused when he called her out and she panicked, it made him wonder what scared her so much.

Her chest rose and fell heavily with dread as her heart pounded with the rhythm of fear, but when her eyes dropped on the figure walking into the room, she sighed in ease and her eyes brimmed with tears of relief as she moved toward him subconsciously and threw her body weakly into his embrace, while burying her face in his chest.

As usual, his cologne wafting into her nose soothed her nerves and her body relaxed in his arms. His musky scent was her very own aromatherapy, capable of fading all her worries and problems away with just one whiff from him.

Zamiel, uncertain of what was wrong, silently wrapped his secure arms around her frail figure, shielding her from her worries and fear.

Standing around for a while, secured in his protective arms, Zamiel left her in silence until her racing heart slowly ebbed to a normal pace before breaking the ice in the room.

"Malika." He called softly while he stroked her curly golden ringlets with a delicate caress.

She sniffed as she looked up, to reveal her teary eyes to him etched with inexplicable fear and dismay "I can’t do it..." Her voice broke in a smattering whisper as she buried her face back into his chest, while taking long sniffs of his mucky scent.

Seeing her tear filled eyes suddenly made him go weak with an unfathomable sensation flooding through him.

He could feel her trembling body in his hold, it made him uneasy, but then he suddenly realized what bothered her so much when his eyes narrowed to the concealed door behind the draped curtains where she had been staring at in a trance like state.

"Malika..." He called with a soft, endearing voice and she looked up again, but this time she twisted her head toward the heavy curtain hiding the door and she felt an unprecedented shiver cascade down on her.

"Can we leave?" She pleaded with a tiny voice, a lingering trace of fear could be heard in it.

He nodded immediately, noticing her uneasy body movements as she squirmed. Exiting the chamber, he escorted her to his and she sighed in relief as though a heavy weight had been released from her chest.

Sinking down on the velvet chaise beside him, they cuddled silently. He didn’t say anything as he rather left her to be comfortable and at ease before spilling whatever she wanted to him.

He could hear the faint smacking of her lips every time she opened her mouth to say something but then, her lips would quiver in fear and she would press her lips shut in a thin line.

Finally, she gulped down the acrid taste of fear as she opened her mouth for the umpteenth time to speak.

"I was curious." She paused for a second as she spoke with a croaked voice. She could still feel the apprehension from Morwana’s essence, from the tingling of her toes to the erect hair standing in her cold, pale skin.

"Curious about the door leading to Morwana’s prison?" He queried.

"Yes..." She whispered.

"We can’t let her out...." She added in a barely audible whisper as she locked her eyes into his with grave seriousness etched on her face.

"No matter what, we can not let her out." She added with heedful eyes as she emphasized deeply on every word rolling off her tongue.