The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 345: Oblivion

Chapter 345: Oblivion

Approaching their chambers, Rama prepared for bed as she changed into a simple night dress, her gaze never meeting Draco’s, perhaps to feign displeasure at his actions.

"You shouldn’t waste your compassion on people like them." Draco muttered with a low voice as he stood behind her, watching as she let her down.

"It would have been easier to just let them go, they were only measly thieves." She said with a sigh.

"They’ve killed, raped and robbed innocent people, I can assure you they deserved everything that came to them. Just because they’re the human species doesn’t mean they’re humane." Draco remarked.

"Hm, is that compassion I sense in the cold heart of Draco?" Rama quipped with a smile as she turned to face him.

"I assure you, certainly not." He replied stiffly.

"Since when did you care for the innocents and justification?" she pointed out.

"My first kill was when I was fourteen, but I was already a man. Tall, muscular and chiseled with power beyond my control. The first man I killed, hairy, rotted teeth and ugly as a fucking mole. Raided a nobleman’s carriage, stripped the young lady naked in front of her husband to be and said ’I’ll show you what a real man is’. I invaded and said to him ’I’ll show you what a real monster is’, gouged out his eyeballs with my claws, ripped his head off with my bare hands. The girl screamed, called me a monster and then fainted." Draco said in a flat tone.

"They’ve only ever seen a monster when they looked at me, no matter how humane I acted, since then I’d rather show them what they all saw than try to become something I wasn’t." He added in.

"They all saw a monster, not me. Your demon protects me and l will also protect it." She whispered softly as she leaned against his arm.

"The only thing you should worry about is being by my side, I’ll do the rest as well as give you protection." He said as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a warm embrace.

"Hmm, you’re more human than anyone I’ve ever met." She muttered in a low tone as she buried her face in his chest.

"You wouldn’t have said that if you remembered your past." He said casually and she abruptly tilted her head up as she looked at him with creased brows.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Malika was by far the most humane person in your life. She was your everything before I came into your life." He clarified.

"It appears I and Malika were very close, I could feel it when I went to see her in the crypt. I wonder how close a queen could get to her handmaiden, it seems almost unreal." She spoke thoughtfully as she sighed out.

"You both had a...special bond, but mind you, it was nothing close to ours." Draco said with a teasing smirk.

"Jealous, are you?" She chuckled lightly as she hugged him, locking her arms around his torso while staring up at him.

"Not in the slightest." He said with a low husky voice as he stared down at her with a passionate gaze.

The air was heavy with anticipation, charged with the palpable energy of their desires as he traced his burning fingers down a salacious path, down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts.

Draco’s touch was like fire against Rama’s skin, igniting a fierce inferno that raged within her with each caress.

As he drew her close, his lips met hers in a fervent kiss, a symphony of passion and longing that echoed through the silent night. Rama melted into his embrace, her hands tracing the contours of his sculpted form with a reverence reserved for gods.

The world around them faded into obscurity, lost in the embrace of their desirous hearts. In that moment, there was only Draco and Rama, two souls bound together by an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of destiny.

With each kiss, the night seemed to stretch on into eternity, time itself bending to their will as they lost themselves in the intoxicating haze of their love. Draco’s touch was like a siren’s call, drawing Rama ever deeper into the depths of desire.

The quiet chambers became their sanctuary, a sacred temple where they worshipped at the altar of their passion. The soft murmur of the breeze through the trees was the only witness to their clandestine affair, whispering secrets carried on the wings of the night.

As their lips parted, Rama gazed into Draco’s eyes, pools of darkness that mirrored the depths of her own desire. In that moment, she saw herself reflected in him, a soul laid bare in the light of the moon.

Their love was a forbidden flame, burning bright against the backdrop of a world that sought to tear them apart. Yet, in the embrace of each other’s arms, they found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume them.

With a gentle sigh, Rama leaned into Draco’s embrace, her heart soaring on the wings of their shared passion. In his arms, she found sanctuary, a refuge from the storm that raged within her soul.

And as the night faded into the embrace of dawn, they remained locked in each other’s arms, their love a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit. For in the heart of darkness, they had found the light of their love, a flame that would burn eternal against the backdrop of eternity.

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In the first rays of dawn, a soft glow seeped through the ornate curtains, casting a warm embrace over the opulent chamber.

Rama stirred, her delicate features illuminated by the gentle light filtering through the sheer fabric. As her eyelids fluttered open, she found herself enveloped in a room adorned with lavish extravagance, every inch dripping with opulence and grandeur.

Confusion clouded her mind like morning mist as she attempted to piece together the fragments of her shattered memory.

Her jade eyes, wide with bewilderment, scanned the room with cautious curiosity, taking in the intricate details of her surroundings. The walls, adorned with intricate tapestries seemed to whisper ancient secrets lost to time.

The chamber itself was a masterpiece of design, a symphony of gold and black intertwining in harmonious splendor.

The bed, draped in sumptuous silks of ebony and gold, beckoned to her like a siren’s call, promising respite from the tumultuous storm raging within her mind. Yet, even as she yearned for the solace of its embrace, a lingering sense of unease gnawed at the edges of her consciousness.

Her fingers traced the delicate patterns etched into the polished wood of the bedside table, her touch hesitant as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace of the moment. A sense of displacement washed over her, as though she were a stranger in her own skin, a lone wanderer adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Outside the chamber, the muted sounds of a bustling castle drifted through the air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves dancing in the morning breeze.

It was a world alive with the echoes of a forgotten era, a place where magic and mystery walked hand in hand beneath the watchful gaze of the gods.

With a determined resolve, Rama swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpeting below. Each step felt like a tentative exploration into the unknown, a hesitant journey into the depths of her own forgotten past.

As she made her way across the chamber, her reflection caught her eye in the polished surface of a gilded mirror.

She paused, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the stranger gazing back at her. Long tresses of ebony cascaded down her slender frame, framing features that seemed at once familiar and foreign.

Who was she? Where did she come from? The questions echoed in the recesses of her mind, a constant reminder of the void that now lay where memories once thrived.

With a heavy heart, Rama tore her gaze away from the mirror, her resolve strengthened by the weight of her uncertainty. She would not be defined by the shadows of her past, nor would she allow herself to be consumed by the relentless tide of oblivion.

With each passing moment, the chamber seemed to shrink around her, its walls closing in like the jaws of a hungry beast. Yet, in the face of uncertainty, Rama stood tall, her spirit unyielding against the relentless march of time.

For in that moment, she knew one thing to be true, though her memories may have been erased by the hands of fate, her destiny remained hers and hers alone to forge.

And as the sun rose high in the sky, casting its golden glow over the world below, she felt an overwhelming feeling to get answers in the land of oblivion she was trapped in.

She was unyielding to succumb to the disarray of the strange world, but as strong as her will was, she was left with only disarray, clutching onto oblivion.