The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 107: The Claim

Chapter 107: The Claim

His hard expressionless face smoldered like a dormant volcano, his jealousy hidden behind his stoic facade as he put on a golden mask while stomping down the stairs as he joined the crowd masquerade ball.

The orchestra was slowly coming to an end as the dance floor swarmed with the night creatures, twirling and dancing with graceful movements, meanwhile, Malika was impatient for it to end so she could get away from the devious demon.

She gulped hard as the music was soon nearing its end, she knew he would try to take her away if the music ended, so she had to get away from him before then.

In the dimly lit ballroom, a fragile, innocent girl swayed with hesitant grace, her porcelain skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. Her wide, fearful eyes darted around the opulent surroundings, searching for an escape from the sly demon lord who held her in his wicked embrace.

The demon lord, tall and imposing, exuded an aura of malevolence that contrasted sharply with the girl’s innocence. His emerald eyes gleamed with a sinister hunger as he guided her through the dance, his movements smooth and seductive.

As the hauntingly beautiful music played, the girl’s delicate hands trembled in his grip. She tried to hide her terror with a forced smile, but her heart raced with panic. Her mind raced, desperately seeking a way to break free from the clutches of the demon lord, who sought to devour her soul.

In the midst of the swirling dance, she discreetly scanned the room for any allies or a hidden exit, her thoughts racing like a trapped bird seeking the sky. With each step, she plotted her escape, knowing that her innocence was her greatest weapon against the demon lord’s malevolent intentions.

"Uhm..Lord Amon, I need to use the washroom." She said in a low voice.

She looked up to meet his emerald eyes staring down at her and a mischievous half hearted grin split his plum lips in two to reveal his glistening fangs.

"You don’t need to, besides the dance will end soon." He said in a charming voice, but he was far from charming. His words were firm and coercing, implying to her that she wouldn’t be escaping from him anytime soon.

She could only press her quivering lips in a thin line as he swayed her on the dance floor. She couldn’t go against a high ranking demon lord, her head on a stake would only be a minimal punishment, so she stayed quiet.

As the last choreography of the orchestra music was being played, she suddenly felt a strong hand grab her from behind, yanking her away from lord Amon.

Before she could process who was hauling her away and what was transpiring, the strong hand kept dragging her through the crowd, his grip was firm but gentle as he pulled her through till they were out of the main hall and walking through the dark corridors.

She couldn’t figure out who the strange man was as his back was turned against her. She tried to break his grip on her as he took her through a door leading to an empty chamber.

"Get away from me!" She cried out in a shrill voice, thrashing her limbs as she scratched and sent futile blows into his strong hand.

Her heart raced in fear and her nerves skyrocketed as pessimistic thoughts crammed her head, thinking he was as strange vampire trying to forcefully have his way with her.

The strange vampire veered around, although, he was wearing a golden mask to conceal his face, she suddenly recognized him, how could she not? She had been creating fantasies of him in her head everytime she closed her eyes.

He took off his golden mask, his burning crimson eyed piercing into hers. Her breath hitched in anticipation with a mixture of confusion as she subconsciously moved back, only for her back to feel the wall behind her.

He approached her in a slow, deliberate walk and then halted, barely two meters away from her. His eyes held a burning flame, jealousy and anger reflecting in them.

"Why...is my fragile flower dancing with that demon?" He growled in a menacing tone, a slight whiff of irritation in his voice.

He was undoubtedly jealous, but at that moment she was torn between being satisfied with the result and being wary, he seemed to be in a repulsive mood even though his face held no sign of it.

The fact that he claimed her as his ’fragile flower’ made a smile threaten to break through her lips, but she managed to stifle it.

Her hands clutched her gown tightly as she gulped nervously.

"I-I He asked for a dance, I couldn’t refuse." She stuttered with a shaky voice as she stared down at the floor.

His fingers rested below her chin in a delicate manner as he tilted her head up to look at him, her golden eyes burning into his crimson ones.

"My sweet fragile flower, you need not fear other beings, should they dare to touch you, I’ll make them taste the depths of my fury, I’ll make their suffering a living legend to haunt the nightmares of all demons." He said in a sultry whisper, his words heavy with darkness and possession, depicting promises of her safety.

His words hit a vulnerable depth in her heart, the sincerity of his promises and genuine concern for her made her heart flutter in bliss, he truly cared and only those words from him were more than enough to give her some sort of assurance.

His dark aura exuded a sort of power, yet his eyes glimmered with something unexpected, of genuine affection for her.

As he spoke, his words were like a soothing melody, reaching the depths of her soul and igniting a spark of hope within her.

Despite his fearsome reputation, his words were tender, his promises sincere. She was moved by the way he assured her of his protection. In that moment, her fragility seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound strength born from the belief of his heartfelt words.

She was the epitome of fragility and innocence, her wide, almond eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, an innocent yearning for the mysterious demon who had captured her heart and weaved her into the tapestry of his irresistible darkness.

She froze for a moment as their gazes locked momentarily, in the next moment, her body moved subconsciously. Emboldened by the intensity of her feelings, she takes a trembling step forward, closing the distance between them.

Her delicate fingers gently cupped his otherworldly gorgeous face, a move which left him speechless.

The demon lord, surprised by her sudden boldness, gazed down at her with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

As her lips quivered with nervousness, she leaned in, her breath warm against his cool, pale skin. In a daring act of love, she pressed her lips to his, a soft and delicate kiss that carried the weight of her emotions.

It was a moment of vulnerability turned courage, a fragile girl making the first move on the demon lord she loved, forever altering the course of their destiny.

He wound his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer into his embrace of irresistible darkness as he savoured her heavenly taste, a taste of innocence mixed with a tang of his darkness.

Then, unable to contain his emotions any longer, he seized her firmly, pushing her back against his wall, his kiss a tempest of fiery passion that erupted like molten lava.

His lips met hers with a possessive hunger, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions finally breaking free from his emotionless exterior.

In that searing kiss, he claimed her as his own, the intensity of his desire laying bare the depths of his feelings.

The innocent lady, caught in the storm of his passion, surrendered to the overwhelming force of his love.

Their kiss was a sensory masterpiece, a fusion of opposites that ignited the depths of their beings.

As their lips met, Lord Zamiel’s kiss carried a hint of the forbidden, like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. It tasted of longing and desire, a flavor that lingered on their tongues, sweet yet tinged with the darkness of his nature.

Their mouths melted into each other, a tantalizing blend of textures. Her innocence met his cold stoicism, and the contrast was electric. Her lips were soft and pliant, while his possessed a firm, almost commanding touch, as if he sought to possess her completely.

In the close embrace of their kiss, a unique fragrance emerged. The girl’s innocence released a delicate, floral scent, while the demon exuded an alluring mix of intrigue and danger, like the promise of an intoxicating poison.

As their lips met and parted, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped from the girl, a sound of surrender mingled with curiosity. It harmonized with the deep, resonant breaths of the demon, a melody of emotions in the quiet intimacy of their connection.

Their eyes closed in unison, shutting out the world to focus solely on the profound connection they shared. In the dim light, their silhouettes merged, two distinct souls drawn together by the magnetic pull of desire.