The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 301: The Awakening

Chapter 301: The Awakening

Draco emerged out of the crypt into the castle, as he marched down the corridors, his fiery orbs scrutinized the area intently, his broad, muscular chest heaving heavily like a feral predator proceeding to attack.

His nose flared with smoke practically billowing out of them. His searing got body was swathed in unmatched rage and longing. Rage, because his father had kept him imprisoned for who knew how long and he yearned with an uncontrollable hunger to have her by his side again, to reunite with his mate.

The melancholic air breathing laboriously around him was heavily perceptible, spreading darkness into the vicinity and seeping shadows into the bright clouds for darkness to loom over the lands.

His jaws ticked in unsettlement and his fists clenched with a bloodthirsty hunger as he was unable to sense the slightest whiff of Rama’s essence anywhere near the area, making him realize she was nowhere near the castle.

The memories of what had transpired before he was plunged into a void of darkness suddenly hit him like a torrent of wave. The look in her eyes before he was trapped into that mindless state of pure torture stabbed his heart.

His state of helplessness while she needed him made the anger swell up inside of him like a tempestous volcano about to erupt.

The insurmountable amount of fury that blazed within the depths of his soul struck an inevitable darkness in every nook and cranny of the earth.

His daunting handsome face was contorted into a bestial form and a dark, maniacal look in his eyes as he went straight ahead for Zamiel.

As he stomped down the corridor with a regal yet lethal demeanor, he encountered a maid and the moment her eyes met his, she froze, holding her breaths in her lungs with eyes widened in terror as if she had come across the devil itself.

Typically, they would have swooned over his naked frame, but in that moment, despite his gorgeous, mouth watering physique, the demonic embodiment he portrayed at the instant, veiled his gorgeous looks.

His powerful shoulders swayed with an air of darkness swirling around them as he took quick strides toward her like a panther proceeding to rip apart its prey.

The maid swallowed with pure horror flooding her wide eyes, their feet rooted to the ground as he approached her with his bloodshot eyes piercing into theirs like daggers, leaving her stagnant under the command of his terrifying gaze.

Her breaths turned ragged as she whimpered, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes as he stood in front of her, the air of malevolence evoked from every pore of his being made the air at the nape of her neck stand.

With a guttural timbre that shook the walls of the corridor, he asked with the emphasis of not repeating himself again "Where is Zamiel?"

The maid, shaken by his unexpected and blood curdling awakening, was dumbstruck with terror. She opened her quivering lips to speak but only a whimper came out.

No one had a valid perspective of what happened to the vampire king after the war broke out, a war in which the details were hidden from everyone else.

Some had said he was dead and some said he fled with his mate, but now witnessing him in front of her, in a disheveled and rage ridden state, the maid was dazed with shock, she could barely form an understandable sentence without stuttering in between words.

His awakening was only a mere surprise, but seeing him in his current state looking like the devil himself, she was left in a brain dead state of fear as she trembled like a leaf in a brutal storm.

Draco’s eyes darkened with impatience as the maid failed to speak. His face twisted into a scowl at her reaction rather than her giving him a response. It didn’t help that he was parched from hunger, it only intensified his rage to an indescribable extent.

Without warning, he grabbed her by the neck and with a swift precision, he pulled her close as he viciously sank his fangs into her neck, drawing out blood to coat his tongue and lubricate his dried throat.

The maid flailed her limbs trapped underneath his large frame, but soon her body fell limp under his hold as he sucked her dry, till every ounce of her blood filled his mouth to quench his thirst.

Flinging her body away, he proceeded to Zamiel’s chamber, walking down the hall naked with not an ounce of shame, all he cared about was getting Rama back, to look into her enchanting jade eyes, smell her intoxicating rosy scent and feel his hot skin against hers again, he longed to unite with her and never let go.

Slamming the door open, he barged into Zamiel’s room, his burning eyes scrutinizing the area for Zamiel until it dropped on the shadowy figure standing by the window with his back turned on him.

"You’re finally awake, did you have a nice sleep?" Zamiel said calmly, taking a short moment before veering around to face him.

"Where is Rama? Is she..." Draco’s voice choked as he trailed off, his eyes burning fiercer than the sun just merely thinking of the possibility that something bad had happened to her in his absence.

"She’s perfectly well and healthy, she’s been living a good yet empty life without you. How ironic." Zamiel remarked in a flat tone, his eyes as dead as his words.

Draco immediately noticed the profound change in his demeanor, despite the fact he had always been insensitive, there was something noticeably wrong, but at that moment, he didn’t care about anyone else but his mate.

"Where is she? Why isn’t she here in your protection?" Draco snarled, his lips twitching as a sense of anger and unease collided against him.

"She’s in a much safer place, shielded in a fortress, something we don’t have here. Aurora took her under her wing, until your awakening of course." Zamiel said.

"Aurora?" He repeated and Zamiel nodded.

Without a word, Draco veered around to leave when Zamiel’s voice rang behind him "Did you lose some brain cells why you were in hibernation?"

Draco mechanically turned to face him while Zamiel’s gaze flicked over his naked form as he said "Won’t you put on some clothes and look representable? You’re meeting her for the first time after a year and you think she’ll be accepting when you appear in front of her without clothes?"

"Right." Draco mumbled with furrowed brows and without wasting another second, he dashed into the dressing room and rushed out, wearing a black, loose silky shirt over pants and boots, while his hair tousled over his shoulders without a comb running through it.

As Draco marched to the door in a bid to leave, Zamiel’s voice rang behind him again, making him turn with a frown etched on his face.

"There is something you need to know before you leave."

"What is it? As long as she’s safe, there’s nothing else I need to know." Draco said.

"She doesn’t remember you anymore." Zamiel spewed out with a nonchalant look, contrasting with the disbelieving one from Draco.

Draco’s features, usually sculpted in an air of haughty confidence, contorted in shock. His strong jaw clenched, and the flames of his irises danced with a mixture of anger and despair.

A surge of anguish coursed through him. Memories of tender moments shared with her flooded his mind, laughter by moonlit streams, whispered promises under star-studded skies, now threatened by an insurmountable abyss of oblivion.

Draco’s voice, usually a commanding baritone that resonated with authority, faltered as he uttered a single word, laden with despair, "How?"

Zamiel, sensing the weight of his words, emphasized slowly as he spoke, but he knew no amount of emphasis would prepare him for this "Lucifer erased her memories as a punishment and it’s been a year, luckily." He mumbled.

Fury surged within Draco like molten lava beneath the earth’s surface. His fists clenched in impotent rage, the air around him crackling with dark energy. However, beneath the tempest of wrath, a flicker of determination glimmered in his eyes, a resolve to reclaim what had been stolen, to traverse the depths of despair and retrieve the fragments of Rama’s lost memories.

With a resolute stance, vowed to undo the state of obliviousness inflicted upon his beloved. His expression shifted from grief to determination, the flames of determination burning brighter within his soul.

"That cunning bastard!" Draco growled as he bared his teeth in rage.

"I’ll get her back and retrieve her memories." He muttered to himself under his breath.

"Why don’t you relax for a moment before going for her, she doesn’t remember anything about you and right now, you don’t look approachable." Zamiel suggested with a reasonable thought but Draco was rather impatient and too bullheaded to think of spending another second without her, a year was already a nightmare, and one more second would be pure torture.

Without giving him a reply, Draco veered around and proceeded to leave while Zamiel’s voice lingered "Dont be too surprised when she starts running away from you."

Still, with Zamiel’s plausible warning, he left without turning back. Jumping over a balcony with a swift grace, his majestic pair of wings plummeted out of his back as he soared into the dark skies with a powerful force that shook the heavens, and a fiery determination to reclaim what was his.