The Devil's Cursed Witch

Chapter 49

Far away at one of the mountains a tall figure stood up from the bed of snow and flapped its wings to get rid of that snow from them. He looked in the direction of the far-away palace and smirked.

“You can just throw me away but you can not get rid of me. Wait till the day I turn one human into your weakness and then use it against you. The very human that you even hate their existence will be your doom one day.”

The pair of large, strong and wide wings spread at their fullest and the man took his beast form- the divine eagle and flew away from there.

He flew over those mountain ranges and vast land that was dense with numerous tall trees, making it look like a green velvet from high up in the sky. When he reached above Ronan, he smirked.

“See you soon human,” and flew to his clan territory.

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In the middle of the night. Draven was thinking about what was going on in his kingdom- The kingdom, which was peaceful until he brought this human with him. At first, he didn’t intend to even look at her lest her save from the fire but he was forced to save her. But now, he didn’t regret bringing her with him as he started to think there was some connection between him and her and there was a reason for her appearance in his life that he needed to find it.

He sighed, “That thing!”

The more he thought of her, the more it made him frustrated as he simply could not stop thinking about her.

‘I shall check if that thing is dying or can keep living?’

The previous night he had visited her but he could not stop himself from going to check on her once again.

When the city of Ronan was in a deep sleep, Draven appeared at the human’s home in Ronan. This time the tree spirit didn’t stop him.

He looked at the tree as he asked in his mind, ‘Did you let any male enter the home?’

The tree shook its branches in a response to what Draven asked. Draven understood the meaning and moved towards the home where the door opened for him on its own.

The moment he entered the inside home, his sensitive ears caught the sound of unstable ragged breathing and unclear mumbling. He looked at the human lying in bed and as expected it was her and she was not fine. He walked closer only to see a scared little thing.

She looked so scared as if trying to run away but her body could not move. Her entire body was covered in sweat. He went closer to the bed and heard her mumbling.

“Fire… fire…it hurts…”

“Save me….help me….”

“It hurts…Ahh…Pain…”

Tears were rolling down the corner of her eyes as she sobbed in her sleep.

Draven simply looked at her with an emotionless gaze and stood at the edge of the bed.

Her hand clutched the blanket covering her and she shrunk into the ball just like how Draven had found her on that mountain surrounded by the fire from everywhere.

‘Nightmare? Is she having a nightmare?’

He had been in the same situation as her so many times but he was not sure if it was just a nightmare or the reality of his life that he had forgotten. That pain when every time he had that dream it was not just pain of stabbing but he could feel the pain of that woman who stabbed him. She was hurting deep inside her heart and her tears told him as much as it hurt him, it hurt her the same.

He could understand what this human must be feeling and subconsciously his hand moved to hold her hand that clutched the blanket. His warm palm covered her thin, delicate and cold hand.

As if she felt the presence of someone and that comforting warmth even if that was a little, her hands stopped clutching the blanket as she mumbled.

“Gaia…”

Frowned lines appeared on his forehead, ‘Is she thinking I am that person?’

The next moment his doubt was clear when she let go of the blanket and held his hand.

“Gaia..don’t leave me…” She thought it was Gaia the only person she ever knew was with her now.

When she felt comforted and turned calm, whose hand she was holding, his eyes turned into a darker and deeper shade of red that showed he was turning angry.

‘Is Gaia a male?’

How could she mistake that large hand of his for the hand of any female?

His jaw tightened at the thought of it and he felt like throwing this human back to who she was remembering at the moment. He wanted to pull his hand back but that little thing had held it tightly like a child having a toy that helps it to sleep.

He waited for a few moments and pulled his hand back as if he felt disgusted. The human female seemed to be in such a deep sleep that she didn’t realize what was happening and continued sleeping.

‘Disgusting and annoying humans!” He frowned at the existence of all the humans on this earth and stepped out of that home.

Just as he was out, he looked at the sky at whatever was visible through the crowns of those tall trees. He was searching if someone was there high up in the sky but tonight it looked calm and no one was around to keep an eye on him and this human.

‘Seems like he had learned his lesson.’

The next moment Draven disappeared from there and appeared in his chamber in the palace. He went to his bed as he had a few things in his mind.

‘So, I was right. She won’t die so easily. Even if I had not sewed her wound, she would have managed to survive even if it was as a living corpse. She seemed to have been born with a purpose and won’t die until she fulfils it.’

He was trying to join links and figure out things.

‘But, does it have anything to do with me? Why am I the only one she keeps summoning to save her? That fool human doesn’t even seem to know she is the one to summon me then how is it even happening?’

There was no answer to these questions.

He looked at his hand that she held like a sleeping toy. His warm hand could still feel the touch of that cold and delicate hand. Not getting any answers, just like the past few days, the same question he asked-

‘Who are you?’