The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 262: The Devil’s Game

Chapter 262: The Devil’s Game

As they crashed on the ground, Rama quickly scurried over to Draco but even amidst the searing pain eating him up, he sprouted up on his own feet before she could crawl to him.

Grabbing her by the arm even in his weakened state, she whimpered in pain at his firm grip while he spoke with a hoarse growl "I told you to..."

"Not do anything, but I couldn’t." She interrupted him as she completed.

He stared at her for a split second, she could feel his hands trembling, sweat breaking on his forehead his face twisted in concealed agony, earning silent tears that cascaded down her cheeks.

"Don’t. Do it. Again." He emphasized darkly on every word as he locked his gaze on her.

Nodding, she scampered away at his warning as she scurried to Malika’s side.

"I never thought I would get to see the day when the great and mighty Draco, son of the devil would be falling weakly on his knees for a mere mortal, how entertaining." Morwana’s voice resonated in a drawl as she spoke with amusement.

As soon as she spoke, Draco in his wavering balance lunged toward her as his obsidian wings flared from his back, but in his weakened state, she effortlessly evaded him as she wrung his arm and shoved him aside, leaving him to slump weakly on his knees.

Kneeling weakly on one knee, his body struggled under the intensifying force of the fast energy depleting effect that shrouded him. His head hung low, making his dark strands fall over his face while he tilted his head up slightly as he watched Rama from beneath his lashes.

His silvery pale skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration, beads of sweat glistening in the moonlight like liquid diamonds. His breath came in ragged gasps, the sound mingling with the soft symphony of the rustling leaves and distant howls of nocturnal creatures.

The agony that gripped him transcended mere physical pain, it seeped into the very essence of his being, a malevolent force that contorted his features into a mask of suffering. His crimson eyes, normally ablaze with otherworldly intensity, dulled with anguish, reflecting the torment that ravaged his soul.

The grove echoed with the clamor of senses, a symphony of agony conducted by the Devil’s son himself. Every nerve screamed in protest, sending waves of fiery torment through his body. The air crackled with energy, charged with the palpable aura of malevolence that emanated from his weakened form.

Beneath him, the moss squelched, damp and cool against his fevered skin, offering a fleeting illusion of comfort amidst the relentless pain. He clutched at the coarse fabric of his tattered cloak, fingers trembling with the effort to anchor himself against the onslaught of torment.

A breeze swept through the forest, carrying with it the rustling of leaves and the distant lament of a lone owl. The breeze, once a gentle caress, now felt like icy tendrils seeping into his very bones, intensifying his agony.

Draco’s wings, once majestic and formidable, now lay crumpled and tucked behind him, their ebony feathers splayed against the mossy ground. They twitched sporadically, remnants of their former glory now reduced to a mockery of their former strength.

The taste of copper lingered on his parched lips, a metallic tang that mirrored the bitterness of his anguish. He bit back a groan of his anguish, teeth sinking into his lower lip in a desperate attempt to stifle the agony threatening to engulf him whole.

Through the haze of torment, the forest around him seemed to blur, the moonlight flickering like a distant beacon in the sea of shadows. The very fabric of reality seemed to waver, as if the world itself echoed his torment, quivering in sympathy with his anguish.

Yet, amidst the pain that threatened to consume him, a flicker of determination glinted in Draco’s eyes. With sheer force of will, he clung to the fragile thread of hope, refusing to succumb to the darkness that sought to claim him.

But as he summoned into the core of his infernal energy, trying to stand on his feet once again, Morwana’s hard grip on his shoulders tore him down, leaving him to fall back on his knees.

With each beat of his faltering heart, pain surged through his body, a symphony of agony conducted by the cursed mark etched upon his chest. The sigil, pulsating with malevolent energy, radiated an unholy aura that permeated the air around him.

The echoes of his torment reverberated through the desolate landscape. The sound of Draco’s ragged breaths mingled with the mournful howling of spectral creatures that lurked in the shadows, their anguished cries mirroring his own suffering. The night seemed to hold its breath, as if recoiling from the sheer intensity of his agony.

Draco’s once majestic wings, now mangled and limp, twitched involuntarily, emitting wisps of dark smoke that curled into the frigid night.

The sensation of searing pain crawled beneath his skin, igniting nerve endings in a fiery dance of torment. He felt as though a thousand daggers pierced his flesh with each convulsive shudder.

His crimson eyes, once ablaze with defiance, now mirrored the turmoil within. They darted wildly, searching for respite that seemed forever out of reach. The evening dew mingled with the sweat on his brow, the salty taste a bitter reminder of his anguish.

The air crackled with dark energy, tingling against his skin like a malevolent whisper, as if the very atmosphere conspired to intensify his suffering. The sensation of prickling, crawling darkness crawled up his spine, sending shivers of dread through his shattered form.

Amidst the relentless torment, the scent of charred earth and brimstone permeated the night. The earth beneath his feet felt jagged and unforgiving, a harsh contrast to the tenderness of his tortured muscles. His fingers clawed at the rocky ground, seeking an anchor amidst the storm of pain that ravaged his body.

The taste of copper flooded his mouth, the metallic tang of blood a bitter reminder of his struggle. He gritted his teeth against the overwhelming anguish, a futile attempt to stifle the guttural cries that tore from his lips.

The spectral moonlight painted his silhouette, casting elongated shadows that danced around him in a macabre display. The world around Draco seemed distorted, a twisted reflection of his inner turmoil, a reflection that threatened to consume him whole.

Amid his torment, Draco’s consciousness wavered on the precipice of oblivion. Yet, through the haze of agony, a flicker of determination burned within him. He clung to it desperately, a fragile ember amidst the engulfing darkness, refusing to succumb to the abyss that beckoned.

Peering his gaze at Rama from beneath his thick lashes with blurred eyes, he refused to succumb to the call of a dark slumber as his mind teetered at the brink of unconsciousness.

"This shall be the last time you’ll ever lay eyes on her, watch as I make the light in her beautiful eyes go out." He heard Morwana whisper behind him with a maniacal laughter.

A bestial energy suddenly overcame him for a split second as he yanked her by the air and before she could process the situation, his claws came colliding against her stomach as he disemboweled her with a guttural slash.

Slumping weakly on the damp floor, she whimpered at the brute gash running over both sides of her midriff, her internal organs almost spilling out as blood gushed out from the severe wound which seemed a bit arduous to heal from as it was inflicted from the devil’s son.

She writhed in pain on the floor, but Draco’s strength greatly drained as he tore beyond his limit to induce such profound wound on her. While she writhed in pain, the flames of hell consumed him as his body heated with an indescribable pain, everything became foggy as he hit the brink of unconsciousness, still yet, he refused to succumb to it.

Rama’s heart clenched with unfathomable dismay as she watched Draco from afar, tears stung her eyes painfully as she could clearly see the end of their path with no certainty or hope, all she could see was their bitter, unprecedented end and it daggered through her heart with an unspeakable anguish that rocked through her body.

The bitter bile of helplessness, fear and sorrow clogged her throat as her heart broke into irreparable pieces, her body tremored with guilt, heartache and trepidation beyond anything she had ever felt.

Hopelessness clung to her like an icy robe shrouding her form in an eternal abyss of infinite misery. Her eyes watered uncontrollably as they cascaded down her cheeks in cold tears.

The world around her turned hazy as a gloaming darkness clouded her world, her body turned limp with incomprehensible sorrow as she clutched her chest at the stinging pain in her heart that made her gasp heavily for air.

Ragged breaths flared from her lips as desperation flitted through her eyes, she was desperate for a phenomenal change, desperate for hope and desperate for a second chance.

But none seemed to come as the inauspicious hour rang, diminishing even the tiniest flicker of hope or certainty she might have retained.

They were all in the devil’s game and Lucifer had indeed played his most sinister card yet.