The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 106: Damsel In Distress

Chapter 106: Damsel In Distress

As the symphony of the orchestra played in the background of the ballroom sating the air with rich music, the sly demon pulled her into the dance floor swarming with red eyed night creatures, twirling and moving with graceful motions in an elegant dance.

She gulped nervously as she felt distant and near red eyes fixated on them. Her breath hitched as he halted and then, swiftly positioned one arm on her waist, while taking her other hand in his, her free hand, he led to rest on his shoulder.

She felt his hand caress her back in a slightly sensual manner before resting his hand on her waist.

"I-I don’t know how to dance." She muttered in a shaky voice as she felt his grip on her waist pulling her closer to himself.

"Just follow my lead, it’s easy." He said with a half grin.

She moved hesitantly across the dance floor as he led her with graceful movements, all while his eyes was fixed on her, sinister intent blending into the darkness shading over his glinting emerald eyes.

Her delicate lace trimmed gown whispered softly with each step, as if to disturb the silence that hung in the air. Her pale hands were held out, desperately seeking refuge in the firm grip of her partner.

In the dance floor, she followed the lead of the sly demon as his body swayed to the haunting melody of the music. His tall, sinewy frame seemed to ooze menace and dark allure, a stark contrast to the girl’s vulnerability.

His emerald eyed, filled with a hunger that transcended the dance never left her fragile form. His steps were precise, almost predatory as he guided her through the intricate dance.

Her eyes darted around the ballroom, filled with a mixture of awe and terror. She was entranced by his fluid and graceful movements, but rather conscious of the danger lurking beneath his deceptive charm.

The bystanding masked vampire guests watched, unaware of the perilous connection unfolding before them.

"I’d love to revel myself with more knowledge about you, young miss. You intrigue me." The demon spoke with a charming grin breaking through his lips.

Her breath hitched in uneasiness, knowing his words conveyed the opposite of what he actually meant. He probably meant to say he would love to devour her sweet, innocent soul.

Her lips quivered in fear as she spoke "I-Thank you." She stuttered, not knowing what to say. She only wondered where Zamiel was at that moment and whether Rama’s advice would work or not.

A sinister smile broke through his lips as he leaned in on her to whisper into her ears.

"The hall is too suffocating, perhaps you’ll feel much better in a more private space." He implied, his words coming out suggestingly.

Her pulse quickened as she tensed at his deliberate words, her throat clogged as she swallowed hard in trepidation. At this rate she was sure to get her soul sucked or her blood drained’ she thought inwardly, as pessimistic thought crammed her head, making her face turn glum.

She darted her eyes around in search of Rama to save her from the demon, but she was nowhere to be seen in the position she had left her, making her eyes widen in horror at the realization.

Tears welled up in her golden eyes, she was terrified and stricken with fear, anxiety rocked over her body and it didn’t help that they were all staring with those watchful, malicious crimson eyes. It made her unnerved but not as much as the demon she was dancing with who felt like he was clad in a cloak of melancholy and darkness itself.

"I won’t devour your soul, fret not, you’ve only caught my genuine interest." Amon said in a rather friendly tone, still a whiff of darkness lingered in his smooth, velvety voice. His friendly assuring words made her a bit calm, but she was still wary of him, after all he was a demon.

She nodded stiffly, words unable to form as her chest tightened in panic, anxiety and fear. She wanted to decline his offer, but she became tightlipped in fear of offending him, which would undoubtedly lead to a worse fate and moreover, more or less she didn’t have a say.

He was a high ranking ancient demon and she, a measly human. Her words barely mattered in this new world, she was nothing but an object in their sight.

On the other hand, her eyes had been screening around the entire ballroom, yet she didn’t catch a glimpse of lord Zamiel’s shadow. The realization made her tremble in fear, she had weaved herself into the demon’s sinister web without any protection whatsoever.

As the dance continued, Amon’s lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing glistening fangs. To him, she was not a partner, but a delectable meal, a morsel to be savoured. Malika danced on the precipice of danger, her every waltz, a delicate movement between dread and desire.

At the periphery of the upper floor, the cold stoic demon lurked behind the shadows as his dark crimson eyes narrowed to the masquerade ball taking place below him, with hands crossed over his chest as he watched in boredom.

The air was filled with soft clamoring and the scent of exotic dishes, wine and blood, typically the vampires who were feeding on humans as usual.

Suddenly, two figures emerged into the dance floor. He could hear the slight furor caused by their appearance from the guests.

He stood straight from the wall he leaned on as his eyes fixed on the fragile girl, his squinted eyes gleaming with jealousy, an emotion he couldn’t conceal.

His jaws clenched and his fists curled into a tight ball, fingers digging into his palms as he watched them dance. Although, he could feel her fear and uneasiness from a mile away, it didn’t suppress his jealousy in the slightest.

The air around him darkened as he watched them dance, his face that darkened yet he couldn’t help but admire her beauty.

He relished in the beauty of her beautiful golden locks which had being kissed by the sun, her ignorant doe amber golden eyes, her bow shaped pink lips and her fair porcelain skin, smooth and flawless.

She moved gracefully across the dance floor, seemingly oblivious to the predatory demon who held her in his arms.

The predatory demon with an appetite for her innocence twirled her effortlessly, his sinister smile revealing his sinister intentions. Yet, Zamiel didn’t tear his gaze away, he seethed with fury but refused to admit to the feelings that stirred within him.

As the girl danced on, a tortured conflict raged within him, torn between his jealousy and the deep, hidden affection he held for her. His emotions remains a secret, buried beneath layers of cold, stoic exterior, even as his heart burned with unspoken desires.

His obsidian pale skin etched with runes of ancient power glistened with an otherworldly chill the longer he watched them dance and when he saw Amon leaning against her ear to whisper into it, his crimson eyes smoldering like embers held and unspoken depth of darkness and rage.

His heart though encased in ice, beat with a forbidden desire to claim her as his, but as much as he wanted her as his, he was wise enough to know the outcome would be detrimental. Despite, his turmoil he dare not acknowledge the warmth that bloomed within for her, a warmth that could grow into a scorching flame liable to destroy them.

He knew just how treacherous his perilous world was, filled with malevolent forces and unforgiving twists of future.

He concluded to remain a silent guardian to keep her safe from his demons and his precarious world, veiling his true emotions beneath a mask of indifference.

Yet, the temptation to claim her as his own, to taste the sweet nectar of her innocence and humanity lingered like a haunting melody in his mind.

Zamiel’s struggles raged on, a struggle between the darkness of his nature and the fragile flower that had captured his heart, torn between protecting her from his world’s dangers and the undeniable pull to make her his, even if it meant risking everything in his perilous realm.

The Devil might supervise over his son more, but the balance of the underworld realm was his top priority. He maintained the barrier between the demon world and the human world, and he would undoubtedly do whatever was needed to ensure that a measly human’s blood wouldn’t taint the purity of demons blood, significantly ancient demons.

Yet, with all the possibilities of having an inauspicious future with her if he were to ever go against the Devil, he didn’t mind risking it all, God knows he would burn the world down if the sly demon touched her for another second.

He growled darkly before marching down with rippling steps toward the main hall below. The fragile flower belonged to him.