The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 290: A Vessel

Chapter 290: A Vessel

The air suddenly pulsed with a dark energy emanating from the distant shadowy area. Aurora had first thought it was evoked from Draco’s essence, but sensing it with more accuracy, it was emanating from something else.

Her eyes searched through the darkness intently when she heard Zamiel’s cold voice as he proceeded to leave "You can leave now."

"I can sense something else beneath the darkness, what is that?" She questioned without an inch of hesitation as she raised her brows skeptically.

Stiffly, he veered around to face her with darkened eyes, his aura amplifying in its malevolence which made her intimidated.

"You should leave now." He emphasized on the words with a callous glint in his red eyes.

"What are you doing Zamiel?" Their eyes locked in stern gazes.

"I won’t repeat myself." He warned with a low growl and a dangerous gleam in his crimson eyes as he marched out of her sight, leaving the crypt.

Gulping slowly she watched him as he exited the premises and when she was certain he had left, she scoured through the darkness in search of whatever dark essence she had felt.

She wondered what Zamiel was up to now, whatever he was doing was displeasing since he kept it a secret. She was well aware he was no longer in his rational state of mind after his mate’s unfortunate death, such a tragic loss could make one do treacherous things, but she wondered just how far he went in his head.

He had undoubtedly already succumbed to the rage eating through him, it was safe to assume that he yearned for revenge against Lucifer and was already plotting it.

Arriving at the expanse of the crypt, the flickering dim torches enabled her to see the bewildering picture in front of her.

Her silver eyes dilated in utter shock as they narrowed to Malika’s figure lying on a pyre with a vortex of dark energy shielding her from the hands of nature, leaving her in a state where time seemed to freeze.

Her body was as fresh as a being full of life, her golden locks radiated on her head as it sprawled around her on the stone pyre, she looked nothing close to dead, rather she was similar to a girl who was simply asleep and would wake up anytime soon.

At first, Aurora simply thought that Zamiel had preserved her body in his possession since it was impossible for him to let go, not until her observant eyes stretched over to the side where a vessel was seated.

Her lips formed a thin line as she warily picked up the vessel. Bringing it to her view, she scrutinized the arcane etchings and wordings embedded on the vessel.

Her breath hitched as she realized it was the vessel containing the ancient sorcerers dark magic that they had obtained from the Blackthorne Kingdom.

Horror filled her eyes as she exchanged glances between the vessel and Malika. With shaky hands, she creaked the lid open. Already expectant of what she would find inside, her countenance was suddenly clouded with a displeased frown at the sight of the empty content.

Placing the empty vessel back in its position, she watched Malika with an edgy look in her eyes. It wasn’t surprising that Zamiel would take whatever sacrifices and risks needed to bring his mate back to life, but he had no idea what he had done.

He was either going to kill her for the second time or release a newfound evil into the world if she managed to survive.

He had always been the rational one to weigh his choices with a clear head, but desperation made him cross the line of what he would do, there was no more rationality or logical reasoning when it came to his mate, he would do whatever it took for her.

But this wasn’t the right way to save her, it was impossible. She was dead and the only thing he was saving was her physical body, he had used her physical body as a new vessel to contain the dark forces, but it would certainly not bring her back to life, it would only awaken a sinister force that was supposed to be contained, not released.

She concluded within herself that she needed to talk some sense into Zamiel’s thick skull. He needed to reverse whatever he had done or perhaps it would be too late once she woke up.

Immediately she turned around, a pair of molten red eyes locked right into hers with an intense glare that made her heart jump to her throat as she gasped in fright.

"Zamiel." She stuttered out in a shaky breath.

"I told you to leave." He intoned with a low growl.

Her lashes fluttered, intimidated by his predicted presence, but she managed to suppress her nervousness as she focused on the pressing situation before her.

"What is this?" She pointed to Malika’s unconscious body on the pyre.

"I do not have to answer to you white witch." He bellowed with an air of authority.

"You’re not bringing her back to life, you’re only using her as a physical vessel for ancient forbidden sorcery to possess her." Aurora said, trying to make him understand but he was unyielding to reason with her, the desperation in his eyes were far beyond logical reasoning or rational thinking.

"I never asked for your opinion now, did I?" He hissed between his clenched teeth as he shot venomous glares at her.

"This isn’t the right way to help her or yourself, she’s dead and now, her body is no more than a vessel hosting dark forces, she’ll never be the same Malika you once knew when she wakes up, it’ll only be the dark forces living within her and connecting to the physical world, don’t let desperation blind you." Aurora implied in a coercing tone as she tried to reason with him, but every ounce of reasoning had dissipated from his head.

He was now a being driven by desperation and revenge, nothing else mattered, not the world or anyone.

"I don’t care, as long as she’s alive and I can hear her heart beating again." His crimson eyes once stern and cold now mirrored the ache in his heart as he spoke.

Her crystalline eyes reflected the grave concern she retained, the palpable tension hung heavy in the air at the concerning predicament.

Her concern deepened as she witnessed the once noble features of his mate contorted by the foreign presence within. Her heart ached with sorrow, for she knew that this resurrection was an abomination against the natural order, a desecration that defied the laws of life and death.

As her otherworldly form wavered in the ethereal realm, Aurora’s thoughts raced with a sense of urgency. She had to intervene, to prevent the desecration of his mate’s soul and the unleashing of unfathomable darkness upon the world.

"I’m so sorry Zamiel." She whispered. She was well aware that her intervention alone might not be able to deter the impending doom, but still she tried.

With a profound sense of urgency, Aurora knew she had to act swiftly. Her delicate fingers clasped a shimmering silver amulet, an ancient relic pulsating with latent energy. With a whispered incantation, she summoned the primal forces of nature, weaving intricate patterns of silver light that coalesced into a formidable barrier around Zamiel’s mate.

As Aurora chanted her incantations, the very air quivered with the raw power of magic. But before her protective enchantment could fully take hold, an ominous presence materialized, Zamiel, cloaked in darkness, his crimson eyes ablaze with a menacing fervor.

"Interfering in matters that do not concern you, dear Aurora?" Zamiel’s voice echoed like a chilling whisper on the wind, resonating with an otherworldly authority that sent shivers down Aurora’s spine.

Aurora’s resolve remained unyielding as she stood her ground, facing the formidable vampire lord. "This path leads only to destruction, Zamiel. The darkness you seek to unleash will consume all that is pure and good."

Zamiel’s lip curled into a sardonic smile, revealing glistening fangs that glinted in the faint moonlight. "You cannot comprehend the depths of my anguish, Aurora. I will not lose her. I will do whatever it takes to bring her back."

With a swift gesture, Zamiel unleashed a surge of malevolent energy, countering Aurora’s protective spells. The air crackled and sizzled as opposing forces clashed, sending shockwaves rippling through the grove.

Aurora’s heart pounded with determination as she redoubled her efforts, channeling the essence of the silver amulet’s power. But despite her valiant attempts, Zamiel’s dark mastery overpowered her defenses.

In a climactic moment, Zamiel’s outstretched hand halted Aurora’s incantations. "Your efforts are futile, Silver Witch. This is beyond your understanding."

Aurora met Zamiel’s gaze, her eyes ablaze with unwavering resolve. "I will not let the darkness you seek to unleash consume this world. There is still hope for her soul."

With a fierce determination, Aurora unleashed a final surge of silver energy, aiming it directly at Zamiel’s mate. But before the spell could reach its target, Zamiel, with a swift and decisive motion, redirected the spell back towards Aurora.

The force of the redirected magic sent Aurora staggering backward, the impact knocking her off balance. As she struggled to regain her footing, Zamiel seized the opportunity, swiftly closing the distance between them.

"You underestimate the depth of my love," Zamiel whispered, his voice laced with both anguish and determination.

In a blur of motion, Zamiel’s hand extended toward Aurora, shrouded in an inky darkness that coiled around her, binding her in a mystical restraint. With a mournful gaze, Aurora witnessed the unsettling transformation as Zamiel’s red eyes gleamed with a murderous one while he approached her.