The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 109: Half Hearted

Chapter 109: Half Hearted

Malika’s trembling hands clutched on the quilt as she pulled it up to her chest. She couldn’t understand what triggered his bestial behaviour, she presumed it could be her blood or she affected him in an uncontrollable way.

The thought made a smile break through her lips, but then, her face turned glum as she reasoned deeper. If he found it hard to control his untamed demons, he would undoubtedly avoid her to prevent hurting her again, she had seen the reflection of guilt and horror flash across his eyes when his nails pierced into her delicate skin.

It was the first time she had seen him unveiling an emotion and it broke her heart to see his face etched with guilt because of her.

Speaking of which, she saw blood oozing from the puncture in her left wrist, it seemed deeper than she had thought. As if she suddenly felt it, she hissed in pain as she gathered her clothes in her arms and clambered out of the bed with the quilt wrapped around her chest.

Her cheeks flushed red at her embarrassing predicament, but her happiness overwhelmed her shame, all she cared about was the fact that he felt the same way about her, his actions and words had proven just that, but somehow he found it hard to convey his emotions properly. She couldn’t help but wonder if something had happened to him in the past for him to keep his emotions shut.

With a sigh, she scurried to the washroom and quickly wore her dress, but her hair was messy, the bun had gone loose for her hair to sprawl all over her shoulders, so she combed her hair with her fingers and in no time, the golden strands fell neatly.

She cleaned the wound and after a short moment, it stopped bleeding. She covered the injury with her long sleeves and she glanced at herself in the mirror before exiting the room.

A gasp escaped her lips when she caught sight of lord Zamiel standing beside the door immediately she opened it.

"L-Lord Zamiel." She stuttered as her eyes momentarily locked into his crimson eyes blazing with an eerie intensity, like smoldering embers amidst the inky darkness.

Despite his supernatural allure, an air of detachment and restraint clung to him, his impassive demeanor as he stared down at her made her a bit skeptical enough to doubt what had transpired between them behind the door, it felt like a hallucination.

His regal countenance exuded an icy elegance, a stark contrast to the fiery depths of his gaze, leaving her captivated and unnerved. It seemed as though the burning passion reflecting in his crimson eyes when he touched and kissed her was only an illusion spurred by her mind.

Grabbing her hand in his with a gentle yet quick movement, she jerked at the sudden action. She gulped as he slowly rolled the sleeve of her dress up to reveal the puncture on her wrist with clotted blood.

Using his free hand, he brought out a kerchief from his pocket and wound it around her wrist. After he was done securing it around her wrist, he let go of her hand and proceeded to leave.

Impulsively, she reached for him, pinching a piece of his sleeve. It wouldn’t have stopped him from moving, but he halted anyway as he veered around mechanically to face her, his face devoid and blank, remained untouched by mortal emotions, his crimson eyes once filled with passion was now soulless.

Her lashes fluttered uncontrollably as she linked her fingers repititively in nervousness, while he stared at her with a blank face, a sort of impatience resonated in his eyes as he let out a sigh.

"You don’t have to feel guilty about hurting me, I’ll never stop..loving you." Malika said in a tiny voice as she fidgeted.

With a voice like the whispers of shadows, he spoke to the enamored girl, his tone laced with caution and a strange tragic longing.

"My dear, fragile flower, how gullible you are for you to perceive it as such as an easy thing to love a demon, but do not forget that demons best enjoy devouring innocent souls like yours, and am I any different? No."

Malika’s stomach churned and twisted at his subtle contrast in comparison to earlier, she wondered how someone could easily switch up from passionate to ice cold and unfeeling.

"If you weren’t any different, you wouldn’t care about hurting me." She said, her voice slightly confident and more hopeful, the fact he cared for her was enough to preserve her hope.

"Sweet child, your heart’s desire is a perilous path to tread, within me lies a darkness you can scarcely fathom." He said with a straight face, his tone as flat as a rock.

"We were meant to be together, just like in the orb, we were happy." She said in a slightly shaky voice, her amber eyes desperate as she looked up at him.

"The orb reveals a piece of your future, it doesn’t reveal your end and I’m very certain you wouldn’t last a decade in my world. Do you not see the abyssal chasm that seperates your world from mine?" His lips curled in displeasure as he spoke.

"What’s the use of living for a long time if I can’t be happy? I want to be with you because I love you." Her voice was low in a whisper, but her confidence never faltered, at that moment she wasn’t confessing to a vampire lord, but rather the only man who had caught her heart and soul.

"I am a being born of chaos and despair and the power I wield is both a gift and a curse. Love for me is a thorny rose, beautiful yet fraught with pain."

"I don’t care.."

"You should, to love me is to embrace the very flames that consume my soul, a fire that knows no end. My world is one of suffering, temptation and eternal conflict and if you cannot steer away from the danger, you’ll get burned by my flames, such a fragile flower as you cannot endure the darkness in my world." He said impassively with a dry tone, as he interrupted her.

"I can’t..i can’t live without you." Her voice came out in a cracked whisper but with sincerity, her amber eyes swirling with unfathomed emotions.

His lips split in two as a dark chuckle rolled off his lips, his glistening fangs revealed as he let out a sinister laugh, one that made a chill run down her spine.

His dark laughter abruptly ended, leaving the dark hall in sinister silence as he stared at her with smoldering red eyes beneath dark lashes.

"Forget about whatever happened between the both of us, the human emotion is fragile, you’ll easily forget about me within time, adhere to my warning or they won’t be a next time." He said in a neutral tone, his red eyes, although they burned with a smoldering intensity, it was now ice cold to the brink.

Without waiting for her reply, he veered around and retreated from her sight as he disappeared through the dark hall, only the clinking of his boots against the marble floor echoed through the halls until it faded.

Malika stood frozen in the position he had left her, his words struck a deep hole in her heart, one that made her heart almost shatter into irreparable pieces. His sultry caress and passionate kiss once filled with reassurance and love now felt like a distant haunting memory.

The bitterness of his cold rejection felt like a bitter bile stuck in her throat, she could taste the severity of her heartache.

She bit down on her quivering lips, her hands clutching her skirt in a tight balled fist until her knuckles turned white. Her amber eyes glistened with unshed tears, not being able to hold it back, it came bursting out as she cried. Hiding her face in her palms, she crouched in a dark corner of the hall, sobbing heavily.

Rama was busy lost in her twisted thoughts as she found her way back to the party, when she heard a loud sobbing emanating from a dark corner in the hallway.

She halted, hesitating before she approached the crying figure crouched in a dark corner of the hall as it sobbed. Amidst the darkness, she strained her eyes to see the figure.

The glowing golden ringlets of hair sprawling over her shoulders and back as her face was buried in her knees made Rama’s eyes dilate.

"Malika?!" She exclaimed in pertrification as she half ran towards the crying girl.

Malika’s face was still buried between her knees even as she fell on her knees beside her, wrapping her arms protectively around the girl while she stroked her hair as she shot her a thousand questions all at once.

"What’s wrong? Are you alright? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you? Oh God, was it Amon? Say something, Malika?" Rama queried with creased brows, worry and dread etched in her face and voice.

Malika shook her head amidst heavy sobs as she lifted her face up for Rama to see her reddened swollen eyes from all the crying. Drop of tears rolled down her cheeks even after her sobs had ended.

"Z-Zamiel." She called out in a broken voice and her sobs became heavy again as tears flooded down her face.