The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 279: Time And Space

Chapter 279: Time And Space

The entire hall was plunged into fear stricken silence as their gazes dropped on lord Zamiel. They were all aware of the tragic passing of his mate, making him nothing less than a walking time bomb in their presence.

He was only a fragile string away from losing his rationality, they could never be too laid back around him despite his tepid demeanor.

"Lord Zamiel, what has brought you here?" Aurora rose from her chair at his presence as she bowed and the white ring followed, the screeching of chairs echoing as they all rose and bowed.

Lord Zamiel, ignoring every other presence in the room, marched up to her with an intimidating stare that froze her in position.

"Come with me queen." Zamiel uttered with an air of command that made it impossible for anyone to go against him.

Not fully processing where or what he meant, he grabbed her gently yet firmly to prevent her resistance, while the members of The White Ring merely watched in stupefaction as the demon lord kidnapped their queen.

Before she could elicit a reaction, shadowy mists enveloped their forms and in a split second, they vanished into thin air.

The members went into a state of ruckus immediately after their queen disappeared, taken by the demon lord.

Panic was etched on their faces as their ramblings echoed through the hall "The Silver witch is gone." "We need to find her."

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{In The Abyssal Prison}

As the enveloping shadows dissipated into thin air, Aurora became aware of her surroundings. It was an abyssal crypt plunged into darkness, where only the faintly glowing runes carved into the stone walls emitted light to reveal the ominous vicinity.

"Where have you brought me?" Aurora queried, slightly disturbed by the strange, unnerving crypt.

Without replying to her, he stared straight ahead and she followed his eye movement as she looked forward, only for her eyes to widen in a stunner, not expecting the sight before her.

In front of her, hovered Draco in a suspended state with tendrils snaked around his body, concealing his nakedness, while fiendish chains entwined around his limbs and midriff connected to guttural pillars, the wild flames from the burning chains licking against his sizzling flesh with a searing heat while Lucifer’s infernal powers trapped him in an infinite slumber.

Lifeless, was one thing she never visualized Draco as, not even in her wildest imagination but there he was in front of her, trapped by his own internal lineage in his own subconscious world of nightmarish agony.

"Why did you bring me here?" She queried, tearing her gaze from Draco to steal a glance at his stoic face betraying a whiff of his emotions from breaking through the mask.

"We need to wake him up early, not wait." Zamiel stated in a flat tone.

Aurora’s lips curled in uncertainty "It’s almost impossible unless you force Lucifer which is unthinkable and in the other hand, we have no power to break him out of it."

"His willpower is strong enough to help us break him out, he’s been trying recently but he’s powerless in this state." Zamiel remarked while paying subtle attention to Draco.

"He may be trying to break out subconsciously but physically, he’s helpless and there’s nothing he or any of us can do but wait until his hibernation time is over." Aurora reasoned out with a hopeless countenance. No matter how confident Zamiel was in his plan to awaken Draco early, she refrained from hanging on to the thin thread of hope that could easily fade within the blink of an eye if ever they failed.

"He’s far from helpless Aurora." Zamiel said and for the first time since they appeared in the crypt, he tore his eyes from Draco as he slowly averaged his gaze to her.

"I witnessed his eyelids twitching." He added in after a long pause.

Her lashes fluttered and her breath hitched in utter perplexity as she gasped out under her breath "That’s impossible!"

"Almost but not entirely." Zamiel remarked.

"He’s trapped in an infinite slumber where time and space has been altered, leaving his physical body in an immobilized state. Even the twitching of his eyelids should be impossible, only his mental state is awake, but everything else should be dead during hibernation." Aurora rambled out to herself in a loud mutter.

"Do you think I don’t know that?" Zamiel sighed.

"Are you sure you saw it?" She asked, somewhere deep down even though she was doubtful, her clear silver eyes yearned for it to be true, she yearned for hope if there was even the faintest whiff of it.

"You should know better than to doubt me or my heightened senses." Zamiel pointed out in a flat tone.

She sighed in relief, inwardly she was reeling with ease, but at the same time she was heedful of the pessimistic side of the coin, where things might go as planned or things might go awry.

"So what do you plan to do now?" Aurora asked with enthusiasm flashing through her eyes.

"We need Rama’s blood and you can easily get it." Zamiel said blatantly.

"Her blood? Why do we need her blood?" Aurora asked, slightly taken aback by his request.

"The bond they share. They’re both connected physically, so if there is anything that will trigger him into waking up, it’ll be a powerful essence of her, and that’s why we need her blood." Zamiel explained, a slight whiff of irritation in his tone portraying impatience as he spoke.

She nodded in affirmation "How much do you need?"

"Just a drop will do." He replied.

"Is that all?" She enquired with raised brows.

"What more do you want? You’re free to share your ideas." He uttered stiffly.

"So apparently all we need to do is make him consume her blood to trigger him."

"And leave the rest to nature." Zamiel added as he focused his sole attention on Draco.

"Why do you need him to awaken from the hibernation early? I doubt it has anything to do with Rama." Aurora queried, but when she saw his icy steel gaze fixated on her, she immediately regretted spewing out those words.

"You should leave, we’re done here." Zamiel intoned with a low, guttural billow rolling off his lips.

"Yes, Lord Zamiel." She answered as she proceeded to leave.

"I’ll be waiting for her blood, be as fast as you can." Zamiel noticed and she nodded before disappearing into thin air as a luminescent, bright glow enveloped her.

Zamiel sighed as he trod deeper into the darkness enveloping the crypt until he emerged into another enclosure.

At the center of this enclosure rested a stone pyre, carved with intricate runes and symbols of arcane significance. Upon it lay the lifeless form of a young girl, her golden locks splayed around her delicate features like a halo of spun gold. Her serene countenance belied the grim reality of her fate, a sacrifice made to the forces that ruled this shadowy realm.

Surrounding the pyre, a translucent shield, ethereal and foreboding, encased the girl’s body. A barrier woven from the dark energies of Zamiel, the demon lord of formidable power, it pulsated with an otherworldly aura. Within its transparent confines, the girl’s form remained untouched by decay, suspended in an eternal slumber.

The shield shimmered with an ominous hue, a manifestation of the unholy pact between mortal and demon, a testament to the lengths one would go to preserve that which was cherished. It served as a macabre testament to the twisted union between a celestial being and a being from the netherworld.

The ambient light in the crypt cast eerie shadows that danced upon the walls, creating a haunting ballet of shapes and forms. The air was thick with a sense of both reverence and dread, a testament to the girl’s sacrifice and the dark powers that guarded her resting place.

Above the pyre, faint tendrils of mist swirled, seemingly drawn to the mystic energy that permeated the chamber. They spiraled and coalesced into ghostly apparitions, phantom guardians bound by ancient oaths to watch over the girl’s slumber. Their spectral forms, translucent and insubstantial, patrolled the boundaries of the shield, ever vigilant against any intrusion into this unholy sanctum.

Even when the ages would pass in the realm beyond, the girl would remain an eternal figure in repose, ensconced within the unhallowed embrace of the pyre and the enigmatic shield. Her golden hair, untouched by time, cascaded like molten strands of sunlight upon the stone, a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped her final resting place.

Zamiel’s gaze rested on Malika for what seemed like an eternity before darting it to the vessel they had acquired from the possession of Thallasa, the dark queen of the Blackthorne kingdom. The dark vessel was seated beside her, but it was already emptied as he had done the formidable to bring her back to life.

"I promise you I’ll never let you die, I’ll wait for you till you rise my love, even if it takes a thousand years." He uttered softly.

Immediately he spoke, black tendrils slithered underneath her pale skin, depicting the dark powers within her.