The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 100: The Invitation

Chapter 100: The Invitation

They arrived at the manor in foreboding silence, Damien knew the girls were exhausted so he let them retreat to their chambers.

Rama immediately changed out of the dress and ridding herself of the make up and jewelleries, she freed her hair to fall loosely before slumping down on the bed with an exasperated sigh.

It had been a long night, but she was far from dozing off as her thoughts ran wild, she thought about Damien’s strange family and his bloodline but then, her thoughts narrowed to Draco which unnerved her.

It hadn’t been a wet dream, he had been on her bed, seducing her and her willpower to resist had crumbled with his commanding touch.

He was undoubtedly prompting a devious scheme which was unknown, but one thing was certain for Rama. He would never let the marriage hold.

She was damned, trapped in the devil’s son’s arms with no escape from his unbreakable hold, she would be his captive forever.

She abruptly broke out of her thoughts as the window suddenly burst open with a loud clangor caused by the heavy wind. A yelp escaped her lips as she jumped out of the bed, darting her eyes around the dark room in alert.

Her breath came out ragged as she presumed it was Draco, but there was no sign of him, only the creak of the window swinging back and forth from the wind resounded in the room.

Without thinking twice, she dashed out of the room, dreading the thought of what had transpired the other night to repeat itself.

Never again would she let that demon touch her, she hardened her resolve as she marched down the corridors, heading for Malika’s chamber.

Although, it seemed almost impossible to resist the demon’s vile charms and dark allure which made her a bit doubtful about her willpower.

She opened the door without knocking and walked into her chamber. Malika was already asleep, there was no need to wake her up. She climbed into the bed and snuggled beside the sleeping girl who was unaware of her presence.

The next morning, Malika woke up with a frightened yelp, startled to see Rama in her bed. Her brows furrowed tightly, pondering on what made her sleep in her room.

As far as she knew, Rama was never afraid of the dark. As she pondered, Rama’s eyes fluttered open.

She yawned and stretched before getting up as she met Malika’s golden gaze fixated on her. Her curly hair lay messy on her head but it didn’t diminish the girl’s striking beauty that morning.

"What..happened?" Malika queried as she sat up.

"What?"

"What made you sleep in my room? Did you have a nightmare?" She queried in curiosity with pouted lips.

Rama snorted out a laughter.

"Everything is fine, the room was only very cold and you’re very warm." She said lightly and Malika nodded.

"You finally had a chance to meet Zamiel at dinner, he rather acted indifferent." Rama stated out with twisted lips.

"Uh, he just..." Malika trailed off as she combed her fingers through her tangled hair.

"He just doesn’t seem to care, maybe whatever the witch’s orb portrayed was only a misconception." Rama reasoned out.

"It wasn’t or else he wouldn’t have tried to compel me to forget, don’t you think?" Malika said firmly.

"Hmm, you seem right, perhaps he just naturally has an arrogant personality, but you need assurance, don’t you?" Rama said with a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

"Yes, but he’s too hard to read. I comfort myself with the thought that he’s trying to protect me from his demons but, he seems rather unconcerned." Malika said, she could hear the lingering hurt in her voice.

"It was a bit obvious during dinner that he seemed to care. At first, I thought it seemed as if he was only irritated by Amon, but then, I’m not so sure but I think I saw envy flash across his eyes." Rama pointed out thoughtfully.

"Again, I’m not very certain of my theory." Rama added.

"Really? At least if you think so, then its good enough for me." Malika chirped in delight.

"Well, you should be certain he truly cares, to avoid being taken advantage of. I know girls do stupid things for love." Rama said, but the last sentence was said, barely in a mutter.

"But how?" Malika queried with dropped shoulders and Rama sighed. The least of her problem was Malika’s twisted love life, but she could at least give the girl a helping hand even though she couldn’t help herself from the treacherous fate that awaited her.

"You remember the demon who left early during dinner?" Rama asked and the girl nodded in affirmation.

"I know he was their father." She replied.

"Good, he happens to be the demon of envy, which would naturally be conferred to his children, making them both.."

"The demons of envy." They both spoke out.

"So what are you saying?" Malika queried eagerly, turning her body to face her while she fiddled with her dress.

"Make him envious obviously. The quickest reaction you can get from him is jealousy, because he’s the embodiment of it." Rama pointed out and Malika nodded with an ’o’ shaped mouth.

"Right, so how do I do that?" Malika queried.

"That’s the easiest part, you don’t have to do anything. Amon will do everything." Rama said and Malika’s brows furrowed.

"I don’t like the demons, they’re up to no good." Malika said with a dry tone.

"It’ll be fine, trust me. Demons can read minds, they’re all already aware of what you were thinking when he questioned you even if they didn’t say anything, I’m sure he wouldn’t be reckless enough to harm you, knowing he would have to answer to Zamiel. The demon of envy is stronger than the demon of greed." Rama explained, eliciting a prolonged silence from Malika.

"What if he does try to harm me or drink my blood? Or feed on my soul? Demons feed on souls, you know." Malika reasoned out with a pertrified look on her face.

"I’ll make sure none of those things happen, besides he won’t be that reckless to anger Zamiel." Rama said with certainty.

"I don’t know.." Malika said biting down on her lower lip.

"That’s the only way to relieve yourself of any doubts in your heart about his feelings, but I understand if you don’t want to go through with it, it’s quite risky. Come on, let’s clean up and have breakfast." Rama said enthusiastically, hands had been clawing at her intestines in hunger since she woke up.

"Wait! Fine, I’ll try but how on earth do I make him jealous with...Amon?" Malika queried.

"I don’t know yet, I’ll think about it, but he’s already invited you to go out with him and show him around." Rama sighed.

"But you’ll go with me, right? Or else I can’t ever think of going alone with that devious demon." Malika said in a rushed, panic tone.

"Of course not, I’ll be with you." Rama said as she got off the bed, proceeding to take a shower.

The girls both showered and helped each other with their dresses and hair. Malika’s hair was harder to do as it was curly, making it hard to brush without her wincing in pain as Rama combed through her tangled hair.

Finally they were both done dressing up so they hauled away to the dining hall, yet again Damien was absent which made her wonder where he was always off to in the morning.

They both had their breakfast amidst light chatters until the doorbell resounding in the manor interrupted them. The girls froze as they had never had any unexpected visitors since their arrival at the manor.

They both exchanged glances before scurrying toward the arced window, looking out into the outside grounds of the manor, to catch sight of their unexpected guest.

A carriage shrouded with red velvet cloth and gold intricate layouts was seated outside in front of the entrance. They watched as a middle aged man rang the doorbell again and Andre opened the door.

They couldn’t hear what was being said, but after a short moment of exchangements between the two men, they saw the middle aged man conveying something to Andre which he took with a slight bow, before the man retreated to the carriage and they both watched it drive away as Andre retreated back into the manor.

They both exchanged glances and then shrugged their shoulders nonchalantly as they both strutted back to their seats, continuing with their breakfast and their chatters.

"I thought demons were tricky but that demoness of lust seems to be rather stupid." Malika argued with dislike, but Rama realized she was rather jealous and unnerved about the fact that the demoness of lust could entice Zamiel into her irresistible art of seduction.

She was about to comfort the insecure girl when the doors were pushed open to reveal Andre moving in as he approached them.

His eyes darted to Malika whom he flashed a smile before handing the card in his hand to Rama with a slight bow.

"My lady, you’ve all been invited to the annual nocturne masquerade ball hosted by the king in the castle, I’ll inform lord Damien when he comes back." Andre spoke as she took the invitation card which had the words ’Nocturne Masquerade Ball’ engraved in it with golden inscribings and below in the invitee section, their names, Malika, Rama and Damien were written beneath it.

The invitation seemed to be nothing less than another sinister scheme elicited by Draco.