The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 397: "I Am The Villain In My Story"

Chapter 397: "I Am The Villain In My Story"

"If you do not take your tonic right this instant, I will make you." Her mother warned with a stern voice.

"Do you see me trembling, mother?" Falka immediately asked, a dangerous look flashing through her dilated pupils as she moved closer to her mother.

"Falka..." The woman was abruptly cut short as Falka interrupted.

"Stop with the warnings and orders, it only ticks me off even more." Falka warned.

"..." Her mother merely glanced at her in an obviously bewildered state that left her rather confounded.

"Don’t be so surprised, mother. I’ve been so good in concealing my feelings and perhaps, my true nature too." Falka paused as she watched her mother’s still neutral expression.

Then, she continued "I have always been filled with so much rage and disdain for you and everyone else responsible for my imprisonment. As much as I craved for the feel of freedom beneath my fingertips, there was nothing I desired more than revenge. Revenge to make you feel what I felt but in a million folds as well as the others, but mostly you. I have always repulsed your very existence, mother. Every night, I dream of soaking my hands in your warm blood and giving you the most agonizing and gory death, but I won’t stop there, no, that would be too merciful of me. I would wait for you in hell and continue with your torment." Falka paused as she let out whatever she had been holding in.

The woman’s jaws ticked in obvious displeasure, but before she could say a word, Falka made sure she didn’t get one in "I know you must be regretting your decision of saving me, which makes me wonder why you decided to keep me if you turned out to be such a horrible parent? But I don’t care to know, I only want you realize the monster you’ve turned me to be."

"Falka, I’d suggest you snap out of your daydream. We both know you cannot escape this place. It is heavily guarded with skilled warriors and mages, meanwhile, you can’t even wield your powers properly. You are not going anywhere." Her mother assured her with a confidence that belied the fearful look in her eyes.

Falka, unwavering in the slightest at her mother’s words didn’t bat an eyelid as she stared at her dead on.

"You don’t scare me, but I know I terrify you." Falka whispered in a low voice.

Her mother gulped softly before opening her mouth to speak "I will not tolerate your act, you will be punished for standing against me." She warned with a fearful tone.

"Just one more question, am I your greatest fear or your greatest mistake?" Falka asked with a curious glint in her eyes.

Her mother gave her a quick, cold reply as she said "You are both my greatest fear and mistake."

Falka’s composure was slightly shaken at her abrupt yet firm words, as if she had been so eager to spill the heart-wrenching words out.

Falka didn’t want to admit it, but a small part of her had wished that her mother would have given her a different answer.

Perhaps, Falka was expecting to hear something completely different, that she had always loved her and the reason she kept her locked away was because she was trying to protect her.

But no, her answer had thrown her off a bit and her inner child yearning for a mother’s love was utterly broken.

"I have always wanted to be the hero like those books I read, but now I realized that I am the villain in my story." Falka said between gritted teeth, bitterness coating her words.

As soon as the words spewed out of her mouth, her hand deftly worked up to her hair and she swiftly pulled out the pin.

The bun released for her hair to fall loosely around her shoulders, but Falka did not waste another single second as she brutally thrust the sharp hairpin into her mother’s neck, while saying "I’ll see you in hell mother."

Her mother, who hadn’t been expecting Falka’s action groaned in shock and pain, but she was too late to react in defense as the sharp tip of the hairpin came in contact with her neck.

Her mouth hung open but only muffled sounds erupted, her hazel eyes widened as Falka pushed the hairpin deeper. Blood oozed out of the puncture, dripping down her neck in a bloody stream.

Falka’s jaws ticked as she spitefully pulled out the hairpin. Blood spurted out of the punctured area to splatter across her face and she saw her mother stagger to the side, clutching onto her bedpost as she placed one hand over her bleeding neck.

Blood poured out through her fingers to stain the clean sheets with red. Meanwhile, Falka watched her as she struggled to live, her eyes squinted as she watched her.

Eager to end it and finally, gain her freedom, Falka marched up to her and with a series of swift motions, she stabbed her chest with the silver hairpin countless times until she stopped moving.

Blood soaked her bed where her mother had died with her eyes open. She clutched on the blood stained hairpin, a lifesaver in situations like that.

If she had given her mother the chance to realize that she was about to attack, there was no doubt that her mother would have defeated her with her magic, but then, she took her unaware with the hairpin.

Despite the fact that it was her first time in taking a life, there was not a single whiff of remorse in her bitter heart, at least not for her mother. The mere thought of never having to see her again filled her heart with elation, but now, it was time to focus.

Things would get harder from then on. Her mother was one of the seven council members and if they found out she had murdered her, then her head would most likely be hanging on a stake. Although, it still didn’t seem like a problem to her as she would be getting her freedom either ways.

The guards were just outside her room, so she had to be quick since there was no telling when they would barge in, especially since their senses were keen and they could easily smell danger from afar.

With rushed and erratic movements, she deftly worked on removing her mother’s black robes and she swiftly peeled off her dress.

Rushing with unsteady breaths, she made sure to scrub the blood off, but even if it wasn’t thoroughly cleaned, thankfully the robe was black so it couldn’t be seen.

After cleaning the blood off, she wore the robe and braided her hair back as she wore the hood over her head to conceal her face.

Falka glanced at herself in the mirror before setting to leave. Throughout the years, she had observed every movement of her mother even without meaning to do so, after all, she spent everyday with her. It wasn’t so hard to talk like her and walk like her.

She always walked with squared shoulders and calculated elegant steps and Falka would easily recreate her every movement. It was her one chance to escape, a chance she couldn’t bear to waste.

She had to leave the Council house before they found her mother’s body in her room and worse, realize that she had escaped.

Taking in a deep breath, she moved to the door. Falka’s hands were extended to the door handle as she proceeded to open it, but the what ifs cramming her head with inauspicious thoughts made her anxious to the core.

Falka suddenly pushed aside her fear as she grabbed the door handle. She had to take risks and without risks, she would never gain her freedom. With a steely resolve, she opened the door and walked out of the room as she closed the door behind her.

Mimicking every body movement and steps of her mother, she placed both hands in front of her as she walked through the corridors. There were guards a few steps beside the door and she saw them bow as she walked past.

Overhead, there were guards standing at the periphery of the stairs leading down to the main hall and exit. Falka made sure the hood was covering her entire face as she walked past them.

She could hear the soft clink of their armor with their slightest movement. As she walked past them, her heart throbbed heavily with tension, her heavy breathing echoed in her ears until she saw herself walking down the stairs with no one recognizing her.

Well, it was impossible to recognize her since her entire face was being masked under the hood. A grin tore through her lips as she reached the end of the stairs.

Falka was only a few steps towards her freedom but she wouldn’t let her guard down despite the bubbles erupting within her chest.

Servants walked randomly in the main hall as they attended their duties and there hadn’t been any sort of skeptical behaviour from anyone, thankfully.

Soon, Falka arrived at the exit, but as she emerged out of the house, she saw guards hovering around the tall gates. Behind those gates were her freedom.