The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 352: Reunion

Chapter 352: Reunion

Finally gaining her composure, Malika sat up straight as she sought to gain clarity of what had happened, and how she came back to life. How? Why? So many questions rang in her head.

"I died. How did I come back to life?" She asked in a low voice as she instinctively rubbed her neck, eyes lost as the memories of her death flitted through them.

"The Silver Witch helped us using your angelic essence, it’s a long and complicated story." He said with an exasperated sigh, trying to shove away the topic.

"After the war, what happened? To Draco and Rama? Are they...alive?" She asked hesitantly, her voice croaking with the painful possibility that things had gone awry.

"They’re both well, we’ve all been waiting for you to wake up." He said with an endearing smile as he caressed her cheeks, his crimson eyes warm and soft as it peered into hers.

"That’s relieving to hear." She breathed out in relief as she hugged him, leaning her head against his chest while he stroked her hair.

Inhaling her nostalgic lavender scent once again and feeling her skin against his, he felt a torrent of euphoria rising within him, for the first time in a year, he felt alive, his heart beating with the rhythmic cadence of her warmth.

"While I was dead, I had a recurring nightmare, but I don’t remember, I can only feel it." Malika spoke in a smattering whisper, her voice tainted with fear.

"What...did it feel like?" Zamiel asked, slightly hesitant, his body movement tense as he snapped his head to face her.

He hoped inwardly that the dark entities from the vessel only brought her back to life and nothing more, but his instincts delved into something deeper than that, he could feel it at the pit of his soul that it wouldn’t end there, but he was very well aware of the potential risks he would have to take from delving into the use of forbidden sorcery.

He knew the risks that came along with what he had done, but he was ready to do whatever it took to bring her back to life, to be one with her again, to feel her presence, she was the only thing worth living for and without her by his side, life would be only a fleeting time.

"It felt dark and lonely, I don’t quite remember, but I could feel a dark presence looming around me. Now that I think about it, it could be death." She said in a soft voice, he could still feel the lingering trace of fear in her eyes.

"It’s alright, I’ll never let you go back there, ever again." He whispered beneath his breath as he cupped her cheek and she nodded with a smile.

"I still feel like this is a dream as if I’m floating in our memories and I’m afraid that if I close my eyes, you might disappear again." She said as she hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go.

"I’m not going anywhere." He muttered as he hugged her back.

In a moment of silence, he broke it as he asked her "Do you feel strange in any way?"

Tilting her head up to steal a glance at his face, she sat up properly "I can’t feel my powers anymore, it’s like they got sucked out, but at the same time, I feel...powerful." She muttered thoughtfully.

"What do you mean by you don’t feel your powers anymore?" He asked, his brows furrowed tightly. He knew there was a price to pay, but losing her angelic abilities seemed to be too extreme of it, but since it concerned her life, he couldn’t mind much, but still he was bothered.

"I don’t know." She whispered in uncertainty.

"Try to summon your powers, but stop if you’re feeling weak or strange." He suggested and she nodded.

She climbed off the bed, standing in the middle of the room and taking in a deep breath, she hovered her palms across each other, eyes determined and focused as she tried to summon her power. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself further, but only disappointment mirrored her eyes.

Yet, as she attempted to summon her angelic powers from the depths of her being, a wave of frustration washed over her. No matter how hard she concentrated, how fervently she whispered the ancient incantations passed down through generations, nothing happened.

Her heart sank with each failed attempt, her brow furrowing in determination as she refused to give up. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she strained against the invisible barrier that seemed to block her connection to the divine.

She could feel the weight of her heritage pressing down upon her, a reminder of the expectations placed upon her shoulders as the descendant of celestial beings.

But try as she might, the power remained elusive, slipping through her grasp like sand through her fingers.

It was as if a veil had been drawn over her senses, obscuring the once-familiar sensation of magic coursing through her veins. She felt adrift, disconnected from the very essence of her existence.

Desperation crept into her voice as she called out into the emptiness of her mind, pleading for guidance, for a sign that she was not alone in her struggle. Yet, the only response was the echo of her own shallow brrathing bouncing off the cold stone walls.

With a heavy sigh, Malika lowered her hands, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She felt a profound sense of loss wash over her, mingled with a flicker of doubt that whispered insidiously in the recesses of her mind.

"I’ll try again." She whispered with a shaky voice as she hovered her palms again, lips quivering at the fear that she might have lost her powers, and perhaps, forever.

The thought that she had lost her angelic abilities made a cold sweat break across her forehead, fear clutching tightly at her heart.

"That’s enough." Zamiel said as he gently grabbed her arm, but she pulled her arm away, breathing heavily while swallowing back her sobs.

"I-I don’t understand. How did I lose my powers?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, tears glistening in her amber eyes like liquid pools of gold.

Her powers had been an aching part of her, clinging to her angelic essence like a second skin, soothing her soul, comforting her mind, but now, it was gone as well as its essence.

"Perhaps, it was when Lucifer ripped off your wings, but you shouldn’t be worried, focus on only me." He said with a hypnotic voice, smooth as velvet.

The air crackled with an electric tension as they stood facing each other, their gazes locked in a passionate embrace.

Malika, with her cascading golden locks tumbling over her shoulders like a waterfall of gold, stood before Zamiel, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of longing and desire. Her slender frame was adorned in a gown of rich burgundy silk, its fabric hugging her curves in all the right places, accentuating her graceful form.

Zamiel, towering over her with an aura of raw power and dark allure, exuded an otherworldly charm that sent shivers down Malika’s spine. His crimson eyes smoldered with an intensity that matched the flames dancing in the hearth nearby.

As they drew closer, their hands reached out instinctively, fingers intertwining in a silent promise of passion reignited. The heat of their touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through their veins, igniting a flame that had never truly faded despite the passage of time.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, a collision of desire and longing that threatened to consume them both. Malika’s lips, soft and supple, molded perfectly against Zamiel’s own, sending waves of pleasure rippling through his being. His kiss was fierce yet tender, a testament to the depth of his love for her.

The scent of jasmine and sandalwood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of Zamiel’s demonic essence. It was a heady concoction that intoxicated Malika, filling her senses with a potent mixture of desire and need.

As their embrace deepened, Malika’s hands wandered over Zamiel’s broad chest, tracing the intricate patterns etched into his skin with a delicate touch. Each caress sent a shiver down his spine, fueling the fire that burned between them.

Zamiel, in turn, trailed his fingers along Malika’s bare shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His touch was both possessive and reverent, a silent declaration of his devotion to her and her alone.

Lost in the throes of passion, they tumbled onto the silk bed their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. The flames cast flickering shadows across their entangled forms as they surrendered themselves to the ecstasy of their reunion.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Malika and Zamiel became lost in each other, their love transcending the boundaries of their world. And as the night wore on, their passion burned bright, casting a beacon of light amidst the darkness that surrounded them, a testament to the enduring power of love in a world fraught with chaos and uncertainty.