The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 406: Fiery Locks

Falka gasped as the soldiers grabbed her up on her feet. The smug looks on their faces only filled her with an undying rage.

Her freedom was staring at her right in the face, but unfortunately, they had caught up to her and now, she was back at square one. Hopeless and trapped.

"Where do you think you are going, princess?" One of the soldiers sneered as he grabbed her chin violently. His fingers dug into her skin, but Falka couldn’t feel any pain, the only thing she felt was an insufferable amount of failure washing down on her.

Tears stung her eyes as she recoiled in hopelessness. The reality that she was never going to escape her cruel fate of being born differently in a vile world made her heart crush. Her despair turned to fury.

Falka’s lethal gaze was unwavering on them as she inhaled sharply, teeth gnashing angrily against one another.

"Let me go!" She yelled as she struggled against their steely grip.

"You think we would after you murdered Areola in cold blood, your own mother?" The soldier growled at her in a guttural tone, his face twisted with disgust and the other soldiers equally had the same look of resentment.

"She deserved it, as well as the rest of you!" Falka spouted out with fury in her eyes.

"You are a monster and monsters like you needs to be wiped off from the face of the earth." The soldier spat as he uttered the words, looking down at her as though she was a cursed abomination. At least now everyone was certain she would bring chaos after killing her mother.

"Have you ever thought that you all made me into this monster? You locked me up all my life, never to step a foot outside my chambers! You are the monsters!" Falka retorted. Her chest heaved heavily and her body trembled with contained rage.

"Monsters only belongs in cages, your true nature was always of a monster, but this time, you won’t be going back in your cage, you’ll be thrown into a proper cage until it’s time." The soldier drawled darkly.

Falka’s heart sank into her belly as she asked "Time for what?" Her voice broke in a tremor, but she knew exactly what it was.

"For your execution, you demon eyed curse." The soldier spat out as he cackled loudly.

Falka’s world froze for a moment as she digested the news. She wasn’t afraid of death, she was afraid of dying before getting her retribution. They would all pay for her plight, for everything they have done to her. She couldn’t die without getting her revenge, she couldn’t.

Falka could feel a sense of rage swell within her. It felt like a flow of adrenaline coursing through her veins, but mixed with fire, a fire of fury.

Falka’s chest heaved heavily, her head fell, making her fiery locks fall over her face. She tried earnestly to stimulate her powers, but her fingers only elicited a weak pulsating charge.

The soldiers realized what she was about to do and in that instant, the hilt of a blade collided with her midriff.

"Arghh." The burning pain spread through her body as she groaned, recoiling in pain.

"Try as much as you want, we both know you’re as useless as a rock." The soldier jeered as he gestured to the others to leave.

They dragged her toward the horse and she struggled in futile efforts, but in that moment, a strange sensation enveloped her, like a magnetic pull towards something she couldn’t quite explain.

Falka’s brows furrowed and her head snapped toward the opposite direction. Her golden eyes momentarily locked into a striking pair of silver orbs. Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as she felt an inexplicable tug between them.

For a second, the world halted as their eyes locked. His cold silver eyes bore into her burning golden ones, as if scouring through her soul, but as she ogled at him, the soldiers dragged her roughly and their eye contact broke.

Falka sighed deeply as she tried to shove the silver eyes at the back of her head and instead focus on the most important task at hand.

The soldiers were trained and skilled warrior, so she would undoubtedly be struck down before she could kill them all and escape.

Escape was out of the question, rather she decided to take as many of their lives with her before she would finally be set free.

With a swift movement, she collided the back of her skull against the face of the soldier who was holding her captive. The unexpected collision made the soldier stagger backwards in pain as he released her in the process.

"My fucking nose!" The soldier snarled as he held his face while blood spurted out of his broken nose, rushing down his face like a waterfall.

The other soldiers sprang into action but Falka was faster. Without wasting a second of her time she brought out the silver hairpin from her gown pocket and lunged at the guard with a broken nose.

He fell on his back as she straddled him, but none of them were quick enough to react as she impaled him viciously with her hairpin, stabbing him in the neck.

Falka sliced through his flesh with no hint of remorse in her dead eyes. She stabbed with quick and precise motions like a psychotic person before the other guards got to her. freёnovelkiss-com

Blood spurted out of the gaping puncture in the already dead soldier’s neck, spraying across her face but there was not an ounce of care on her bloodied, murderous face.

As the other guards drew nearer, she abruptly sprang towards them with a maniacal gleam in her eyes, aiming her hairpin at them and it immediately came in contact with flesh as she stabbed a soldier’s torso. Unfortunately, she couldn’t convey more impalings as the soldiers quickly put her down.

They all enveloped Falka as she screamed and quickly disarmed her. She clenched her bloody hands in a balled fist, gritting her teeth in anger as she threw her limbs in the air.

The soldiers gasped with horror in their eyes as they looked at the dead soldier on the floor, covered in a pool of its own blood.

Their gazes dropped back on her and she saw pure fear in her eyes. Falka noticed they were afraid of her despite not being able to control her powers and she reveled in the feeling of fear from them, but she wasn’t quite satisfied. Her revenge was barely completed.

"You sick monster!" One of the soldiers growled at her as he unsheathed his sword.

"Your cursed blood does not deserve to be spilled in the hold grounds of East Ravka, you will meet your end here." The soldier said.

Bringing her down to her knees, the soldier lifted his sword midair and the sunlight reflected on it. Falka shut her eyes as she awaited for her end. She didn’t care anymore. They had always seen her as a monster, so why not act like one? Why not show them that she was what they claimed to be and she would be waiting for them in hell. After all, they called her the devil’s curse. A curse she would become to them.

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The trio had been watching silently in a state of stupefaction and bewilderment. Vlad who had proceeded to help the defenceless girl halted in his steps when they saw her lunge toward a soldier.

The display of her brutality left them hanging as they watched in perplexity.

"Should we...help her?" Vlad queried in uncertainty.

"She’s quite vicious, but in her defence, she’s being surrounded by soldiers who are about to do God knows what to her if they take her back. Her rage seems to have grown from somewhere, there’s always a source of rage." Ari remarked as they watched her take the soldier’s life in a twinkle of an eye with quick stabs.

"But let’s not ignore the fact that she looks quite psychotic." Vlad pointed out with a nervous laughter as they saw her stab another soldier before they seized her.

"Let’s not ignore the fact that she was been locked up for as long as she lived. It seems like she managed to escape, but then got caught." Ari implied as she watched the scene observantly.

"After she killed her mother." Vlad added.

Ari glanced at Vlad skeptically "And what makes you think that?"

"The soldiers said so and she said her mother deserved it." Vlad explained.

"If her mother deserved it then she most probably did." Ari said as she shrugged.

"Probably." Vlad muttered.

They suddenly became alert when they saw a soldier unsheath his sword, ready to strike her with it.

"They are about to execute her." Vlad said as he glanced at Ares, waiting for him to do something, but instead, he stood there, simply watching as if waiting for something to happen.

"What are you waiting for, Ares?" Ari asked.

"She’s no damsel in distress." Ares remarked.

Immediately the soldier sliced his sword through the air, ready to take off her head, a pulsating, fiery glow enveloped her form as she closed her eyes. Her fiery locks danced in the air and as the blade sliced narrowly an inch away from her neck, a burst of blazing energy erupted from within her.

The blade melted like butter on high heat and before the soldiers could react, their skins scorched in mere seconds and in a blink of an eye, they all fell dead.

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