The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 289: Trigger

Chapter 289: Trigger

Aurora appeared out of thin air as she emerged into the underground crypt where Draco was imprisoned. Her gaze shifted to his lifeless form suspended midair while searing chains coiled around him, licking against his burning flesh.

A shaky breath flared from her lips as she clutched on the blood vial tightly.

A sudden whoosh resonated behind her and the already shadowy crypt darkened even more as a dark being manifested its presence.

The unexpected chill portraying Zamiel’s presence as he emerged from the darkness behind her, left her startled to the point she almost dropped the vial, but she quickly regained her composure as she turned around to face him.

"I have her blood." Aurora announced, his intimidating red eyes meeting hers made her slightly nervous as she stiffened.

Approaching her, he seized the vial from her hold without a word and walked past her as he moved toward Draco to stand in front of him.

Without wasting a second more, his obsidian mighty wings manifested as they unfurled from his back with a pressure that made Aurora’s balance waver.

She watched him as he sprinted up slowly to reach Draco who was suspended in the air. Opening the vial, he emptied the contents into his slightly parted mouth. The blood enclosed into his mouth as it spilled from the vial.

Zamiel landed back on the floor and his wings disappeared while they watched in anticipation of what would happen next.

Their unwavering eyes mirroring desperation and expectation were fixated on him as they waited for something to happen. They were oblivious of what would happen next but perhaps a sign of any sort would give them something to be hopeful about, that perhaps they had breached his imprisonment and altered his time limit.

A few seconds passed and still, not a slightest whiff of any strange or unusual occurrence could be detected from his unconscious form whatsoever, the air itself was unnervingly silent, making their anticipation dwindle to shriveled hope in the blink of an eye.

Aurora’s face suddenly fell as no reaction whatsoever was emitted and there was no sign of any unusual happenings either, the heaviness she felt weighing on her chest at that moment was impossible to discern in words, she felt utterly overcast with despair.

Her lips quivered and for the first time in her life, she felt true fear as horror washed down on her frail figure in that unnerving moment. Her shoulders dropped and her breathing echoed erratically in the underground crypt as she panicked.

If Draco failed to awaken soon and unfortunately Rama died before his expiration date, then nothing was guaranteed anymore, apparently there would be no future to foresee if Draco went berserk and lost every ounce of rationality he possessed and she had no doubt the world would go extinct if he did.

This was their only hope, their path to redemption, her blood linked to the bond they shared should have been powerful enough to push his resolve and trigger his mind to consciousness, but apparently, they were wrong.

Immediately she opened her mouth to say something, the strange occurrence before her left her mouth hanging open with no words being able to come out of it.

As the blood poured down his throat, it surged through his veins, mixing their bond linked blood essence together as one. Immediately her blood was infused into his system, his subconscious mind stirred with a familiarity that shook the pillars of his entrapment.

Teetering at the brink of consciousness, his mind fought between the call of consciousness and the powerful force of his imprisonment pulling him further into the endless realm of infinite void.

The moment her blood touched his lips, Draco’s senses surged to life within the depths of his subconscious. His slumbering mind, cocooned in an eternal haze, was suddenly saturated with a clamor of sensations. Shadows danced upon the veils of his subconscious, whispers of forgotten memories reverberating through the ethereal chains that bound him.

Visions stirred in the depths of his unconsciousness, fragmented images of glistening jade eyes flickered before his mind’s eye, the ring of a familiar yet distant echo of a mellifluous voice reverberated in his ears and the almost palpable scent of rose threatened his subconsciousness as he struggled to real free from the grasp of the powerful dark bondage he was trapped in.

A primal instinct, fueled by the infusion of his mate’s essence, stirred within Draco’s dormant soul, a yearning to break free from the ethereal shackles that ensnared him.

The prison quivered with an unseen force, as if the very fabric of reality trembled at the brink of Draco’s imminent awakening. A tempest brewed within the confines of his being, surges of infernal power rippling through the ethereal barriers that bound him. The blazing energies that encased him shuddered, responding to the awakening force that surged from his core.

Yet, despite the awakening turmoil, Draco remained trapped in the liminal space between slumber and consciousness.

His form twitched involuntarily, fingers curling into phantom grasps. Inwardly, trapped in the infinite void, he relentlessly tried to claw his way through the a rousing darkness but every effort of his proved to be unyielding, the air around him growled, a sound born from the depths of his being, an instinctual response to the call of his mate’s blood.

As the elixir of his mate’s blood seeped into Draco’s being, a ripple coursed through the fabric of his existence. In his unconscious state, his senses stirred, a faint echo of her essence beckoning him from the abyss of his slumber. His dormant instincts, dulled by centuries of confinement, flared to life with an intensity that sent tremors through the very fabric of his prison. A subtle shift in his cosmic bindings hinted at the impending awakening, yet the barriers of time and the profound torpor of his confinement held him captive still.

But, despite the tantalizing pull of his mate’s essence, Draco remained ensnared in the tenuous grasp of the ethereal prison. His consciousness teetered on the brink of wakefulness, caught in a vacuum space between the realms of oblivion and rebirth. The passage of time, a mere illusion within his prison, extended the agony of his dormancy.

"There’s hope! He’s fighting it, he’ll break out soon." Aurora almost exclaimed in excitement as she squealed.

Zamiel simply stared blankly at Draco’s unconscious, suspending form, unyielding to a reaction of any sort as an indifferent veil of darkness shrouded his face.

"Zamiel." She called in wary as a stray thought crossed her mind.

He craned his head to her direction.

"If Rama’s blood could alter Draco’s imprisonment, why didn’t Lucifer get rid of her? He must have been aware that we’re trying to help him break out quicker, there’s no way he is oblivious of that fact, so why would he sit still and watch us alter it?" Aurora reasoned out, her brows furrowing as she pressed serious thoughts on it.

"He’s well aware, but he never really wanted to imprison Draco for a thousand years, he only desired to make him suffer that’s why he erased her memories. I assume he refrained from killing her because he’s waiting for the right time to make use of her, but I have no idea what’s going on in that tricky bastard’s head. I have no idea what his next move is." Zamiel said.

Aurora’s countenance turned sour as she listened to him spout out his theory which were likely to be true. If indeed this was all part of the devil’s tricky schemes, then there were no more than pawns in his devious game playing right into his trap.

"What could he possibly be up to?" Aurora muttered to herself.

"Don’t stress it, you’ll never know." Zamiel remarked in a flat tone as he stood straight with squared shoulders, averting his gaze back on Draco.

"If we sit and do nothing, he’ll keep winning and we’ll keep walking into his trap all over again, we have to be one step ahead of him this time, he can’t always win." Aurora intoned with a fierce look.

"Are you sure you want to go against Lucifer?" Zamiel’s voice tuned down into a guttural low echo, one that was capable of inducing fear into one’s heart, but her resilience stood unwavering in his intimidating presence.

"I have been going against him since I gave my allegiance to Draco, I don’t think I have a choice anymore, now do I?" Aurora pointed out.

"It has never been your fight Silver Witch, don’t make it your burden to carry, you won’t be able to carry it anymore when you have to watch him lay waste to everything you hold dear, from your little kingdom to your little Dalen." Zamiel warned with dead eyes, aggravating the intensity in the air.

"Draco’s fight is my fight and his enemies are my enemies, my kingdom is under his allegiance and protection, so I doubt there is any escape from this." Aurora implied.

Zamiel scoffed dryly "Suit yourself, whether it be stupidity or bravery, I have never encountered anyone who is more welcoming to death than you are."