The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 60: Into The Future

Chapter 60: Into The Future

"Is that...me?" Malika blurted out as she stared back at her reflection in the crystal orb in a state of disorientation, she figured the orb possessed magic, but she couldn’t understand why she was in it. She seemed happy and she realized she was in the arms of someone.

She watched in disarray as the unknown figure gradually came into view, the crystal orb blurred for a second with foggy mists encompassing it, before the face of the person was finally revealed to sight.

Zamiel?! She screamed inwardly in bewilderment on why the orb was making up ludicrous images of she and Zamiel in it,but what she couldn’t understand was that the orb displayed a significant fragment of a person’s future if they came in contact with it.

Zamiel’s blank expression, for the first time switched into a grim one, his lips twisted with disgust and before she could process what had ensued at that moment, he tossed the orb and sent it flying with immense force to collide against the wall.

The orb shattered against the wall with crystal slivers falling on the ground and the portrayals faded abruptly when it was about to portray them kissing.

Malika yelped as she jerked with shock at his sudden action. Every inch of his rigid face was etched with repugnance, but it suddenly faded to be replaced with it’s usual dark expressionless countenance.

It was evident he wasn’t pleased with what the orb revealed to them and she concluded it could either be their future or the orb was showing them a twisted lie, although the latter didn’t quite make sense to her.

She wondered why a witch left her orb and was nowhere to be seen, but she mostly wondered about the images the crystal orb portrayed about her and Zamiel, it had felt so sincere and intense, she saw the unwavering passion and burning desires in their eyes when they looked at each other.

Zamiel looked different, his cold souless eyes were filled with warmth and tenderness, a charming smile crossed his lips and then, the affectionate kiss he gave her before his present self shattered the orb in pure disgust and displeasure.

Did he really despise humans so much, that the thought of being with one irritated him? She pondered.

Her thoughts were abruptly disrupted when she felt the air around her become suffocatingly heavy and intense. He started approaching her with that cold bland look and she felt her skin crawl in dread, wondering what was running through his mind, but her inner mind told her it would be nothing pleasing.

She gulped softly as she moved her feet back, but he continued moving forward with his red eyes boring into hers until she felt her back press against the hard rocky surface of the wall.

She wondered what he wanted to do as he glowered down at her, but at the same time she didn’t want to know.

His red eyes locked into hers, trapping her gaze into his and then, something strange happened. His red eyes suddenly felt like a whirlpool of blood brewing in it, her amber eyes dilated for a split moment as the entire place suddenly plunged into a pitch black abyss of darkness.

"You didn’t see anything in the orb.." He paused as his voice whisked into her ears in an hypnotic way, his red eyes reflecting into her dilated amber ones as she stood frozen.

"And you hate vampires."

He blinked his eyes with an undetected pace and his red eyes returned back to normal as he finally broke his gaze from her.

Malika blinked her eyes, for a split moment her mind was in chaos, until she regained her composure as if nothing had ever happened, her memory had been wiped clean like a slate of what had transpired in the few minutes.

Zamiel veered around without a word and started moving in the direction from where they came from. She followed behind him with a grim look on her face until they emerged into the intersection where they had split up to see the others.

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Rama caught sight of Malika and she sighed in relief as she scrutinized her from head to toe for any signs of injury, but fortunately she was fine and it didn’t seem like they were attacked by a witch either.

Zamiel’s gaze fixated on Draco for a short moment as he observed his condition.

"I’ll leave for the healer immediately, it seems serious." Zamiel said to Draco, with one look, he already realized he was poisoned by witches, so he didn’t need to bother with a long meaningless conversation, as he preferred to be straightforward than beat around the bush.

Draco didn’t say another word and only hummed lazily in accordance. Zamiel’s gaze averted from him to drop on Rama and she squirmed in unease, wondering why he was looking at her until he started moving toward her, but stood more than two feet away.

"You’re his personal maid, so don’t leave his sight till I come back, you wouldn’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you defy my orders." Zamiel passed on his order with a flat tone, but rather than an order it felt more like a threat and she lost the ability to speak for a second.

"Yes, Lord Zamiel." She replied hastily and he mechanically walked away from her and they watched his retreating figure disappear from sight as he emerged out of the cave.

She let out a deep sigh, that was intense.

With the way Draco’s head was leaned back on the wall, his adam apple protruded, as he swallowed, making it bobble up and down like a log of wood was stuck in his throat.

She snapped ou of her ridiculous observations, she observed even the most trivial and frivolous things.

Draco propelled his body to stand straight and started moving toward the exit of the cave and Damien followed as well as the girls.

"What happened to him?" Malika whispered in her lowest voice and Rama tried to stifle the smile threatening to erupt from her lips.

"He was poisoned." Rama said with a forced straight face and Malika gasped.

They emerged out of the cave and they walked down the forest path back to the carriage. Draco blatantly refused Damien’s help, but still he moved on his own without any problems till they got to the carriage.

"Will the poison worsen with time or?" Damien queried in curiosity as he flipped his red hair back.

Draco shot him a subtle glare before replying sarcastically, "Planning to murder me so soon?"

"That’s ironic since you can’t die, or can you?" Damien queried again with keen interest.

"Shut up Damien, but I wouldn’t mind ripping your tongue out." Draco said with closed eyes, but the irritation in his tone was enough to make the whole carriage plunge into silence for the rest of the journey and if they could, they would stop breathing.

They arrived at the castle and Draco didn’t say a single word as he moved to his chamber, while Rama followed behind him, following Zamiel’s strict orders as she parted ways with Damien and Malika.

They arrived at his chambers and he shut the door open as he proceeded to the bed, he swiftly took his jacket off, leaving him clad in only a light shirt and his pants. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and he slumped on the bed as he lay on his back. He rested his arm over his eyes as he waved toward the curtains, gesturing for it to be shut closed as the sun enacted its light through it.

Rama shut the door close before scurrying to the window and pulling the thick velvet curtains together, making the room descend into darkness. He sighed satisfyingly as he shut his eyes to sleep, but not before wiggling his leg, gesturing for his boots to be removed and Rama clenched her fist before removing it, one foot at a time.

She watched him sleep, almost looking dead as he lay stiff on the bed, not even the rising and falling of his chest could be detected as it seemed as if he took a breath in every minute.

His flimsy shirt left unbuttoned at the top exposed his hard chest, which was covered in black weblike veins stretching to his neck. It appeared serious and she wondered if he would survive a dagger to the heart with his current predicament.

If she daggered him while he was asleep, Zamiel would undoubtedly rip her apart, limb by limb and bathe the castle with her pieces.

The urge to explore lured her, but the what ifs made her wary. What if Draco woke up and caught her? He didn’t seem likely to wake up from his rest, she wasn’t sure but her instincts told her he was in a deep slumber from the effect of the poison.

Well, she had only one choice. She had to check.

She moved slowly toward him and hovered above his sleeping figure, he looked so harmless, almost comparable to an angel while asleep, but in reality he was a nightmare haunting people. How ironic, she thought inwardly.

She stretched her hand toward his face, it looked so easy to strangle him, but she resisted the urge to do that even though it was tempting.

If he caught her acting like a creep again, she’d lie and say she was checking up on him, because he looked dead.

She poked his face with her index finger, once, twice, thrice but he didn’t wake up, he didn’t even flinch or give her a sign of life although she knew he was alive even though he felt ice cold, which was unusual because he was usually warm.

Well, she had checked and her theory was proven valid, she could go explore now. Firstly, she needed a key to that door which she was sure he was hiding something gravely significant beneath.

A sly smile curved the edge of her lips up.