The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 111: Compel Me

Chapter 111: Compel Me

"Rama.." Malika called, her voice heavy with sleep.

"Yes?"

"Can you do me a favor?"

Rama hesitated for a short while before answering "What is it?"

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The birds chirped heartily as a new dawn broke, the sun basked it’s golden glow and warmth on the girls sprawled on the bed.

Rama groaned as she shut her eyes open to catch sight of Malika snuggling beside her with her hands clamped around her waist. She smiled softly as she stroked her hair with a feathery touch, but when she remembered the events that had occurred the other night, her face turned grim.

As she stroked her hair, Malika’s lashes fluttered as she woke up, a smile garnished her face as she looked up to see Rama.

"I’ll ring Lyla and ask if Damien is home." Rama said and Malika’s face turned slightly gloomy as she nodded.

Rama pulled at one of the strings running through the wall and a few minutes later, a knock was heard on the door. She called out for the person to come in and madam Lyla emerged into the room with a cheery demeanour as always.

"Good morning young ladies, what can I help you both with?" Lyla queried, darting her eyes between Rama and Malika as a smile broke through her chapped lips.

"Is lord Damien around?" Rama queried.

"Yes, he has some office work to take care of indoors." Lyla replied.

"Alright then, can you take me to his office? I have something important to discuss with him, it won’t take long." Rama said and Lyla nodded as she gestured for her to follow.

Rama stole a glance at Malika as she muttered "I’ll be right back, it’s best we get it done as quickly as possible so I’ll ask him now."

Malika nodded as she watched Rama exit the room with the maid, intensifying silence hung heavily in the air as she waited with bated breath for Rama, her mind was lost to chaos as she pondered on whether she was doing the right thing or not.

After a few minutes of waiting, which felt like an eternity, Rama walked into the room with a neutral countennce, it unnerved her because she couldn’t read her.

"What did he say? Did he agree?" Malika queried frantically, eyes dilated in suspense as she awaited her reply.

"How could he refuse?" Rama said with shrugged shoulders and a smile.

Malika was supposed to have a sense of relief hearing her response, but rather her heart pricked her as she felt a sense of foreboding, but she comforted herself with the thought that she was doing the best thing for her and her broken heart.

A nice, warm bath was prepared for the both of them afterwards.

"I’ll scrub you today, you’ve been doing it for me my entire life." Rama said as they immersed themselves into the tub filled with warm water.

"It’s alright." Malika said as she tried to take the scrub from her but Rama wouldn’t let her, leaving the girl with a sigh of surrender, knowing how strong headed she was.

"Fine, but not too hard." Malika said with a giggle.

With gentle pressure, Rama scrubbed her body with circular motions.

"It’s strange that you’re giving me a bath." Malika murmured.

"It’s the least I can do for now. How are you feeling?" Rama queried as she moved behind her to scrub her back, the water rippled softly with her movement.

"Numb." She replied in a flat tone, her voice void of emotion.

"You’re making the right choice Malika, no need to overthink it. If he can’t sacrifice for you, then sacrifice for yourself and your happiness." Rama said as she prepared to wash her hair after she was done scrubbing.

"You’re right, my happiness should be my priority, but what if he’s hurting as much as I hurt? I mean, I can’t blame him since he’s letting go to protect me anyway." Malika said as she stared into space thoughtfully.

"I doubt he feels anything in that icy heart of his." Rama remarked as she poured liquid soap on her hair, while she dug her fingers into her scalp.

"I saw his icy heart melt, even if it was just for a second. I saw true emotions burning in his eyes swirling with unsaid words." Malika said in a whispering breath, fading into the gentle ripples and splash of the water.

Silence ensued, even Rama’s fingers paused in between washing her hair before she continued.

"But still, it was easy for him to let go without thinking twice, he might have been hurting but it was only for a short moment." Malika said, her voice lower than before as pain reflected on it.

"You’ll soon forget him, including the pain he caused you." Rama stated in a firm tone.

"I wonder if his promise to protect me still stands, would anyone who dares to lay a finger on me taste the depth of his fury or has he gotten rid of his promises as quickly as he got rid of his feelings?" Malika sighed shakily.

"I’ll protect you with my life and if I have to turn into a monster to protect you, I shall." Rama whispered behind her.

"You don’t have to turn into a monster to protect me, you protect me enough and I’m more than grateful for that." Malika breathed out with a smile.

"It’s time to rinse!" Rama exclaimed and the girl giggled as she plunged her head into the water. In turn, Malika also helped her scrub her back and wash her hair. .

They both got dressed in beautiful, simple gowns and exited the chamber.

"Do you want to see him first or you’ll have breakfast first?" Rama queried as they strode down the hallway.

"I’d rather eat first, I need my strength." Malika said, so they had breakfast first before proceeding, although Malika’s appetite was bad, so she barely ate.

They proceeded to lord Damien’s office chamber and halted at the door, meanwhile Malika was squirming nervously.

"It’s alright, this is the best thing for you, probably the best thing for the both of you, he doesn’t care anymore and neither should you, you shouldn’t be the only one hurting when he’s probably forgotten about you."Rama said and Malika strengthened her demeanour upon hearing Rama’s words as she nodded.

"You’re right, I shouldn’t be the only one who’s hurting." Malika said.

Rama spared her a glance, making sure she was all composed and ready before applying a soft knock on the door. As soon as she knocked the door immediately swung open to reveal lord Damien behind it.

He opened the door wider, gesturing for them to go in and they did, Malika was a bit hesitant as they walked into the office chamber filled with shelves of parchments, a leather table and chair with quills and parchments of paper on it.

On the other side of the room, a plush velvety chair sat in one corner while a streak of sunlight pooled over the stained windows between the tiny expanse from the curtains drawn together.

"You should have known better, a naive child as yourself cannot be with a demon as ice cold and unfeeling as Zamiel, you’re lucky it ended before it had developed into something beyond control." Damien spoke as he leaned on the table, hands crossed over his chest.

Malika’s face fell as she remained tightlipped.

"You made the right decision, now look at me child, let me put you out of your misery." Damien’s voice emitted command with a mixture of melancholy, one that couldn’t be ignored and Malika’s head subconsciously lifted to look at him, while Rama watched in silence and keen interest.

He stopped leaning against the table as he stood tall to tower above them like a sinister sentinel, his demeanour slowly darkened with every passing second and his red eyes mirrored sinister darkness as he peered his hypnotizing stare into her golden ones.

"To be certain, speak what you desire." Damien said, holding his unwavering gaze with hers.

Her fragile heart almost failed her as she felt the urge to hold onto the bitter sweet memories as tears gleamed in her eyes, but she strengthened her resolve as the words rolled forcefully from her lips. "Compel me to forget."

"Forget who?" He queried.

"Lord Zamiel." Her voice came out in a broken whisper.

As soon as the words rolled off her lips, the tension in the dimly lit room became palpable to the extent they could taste it.

His crimson eyes burned with a flaming darkness that seemed to suck her soul into an endless burning abyss.

"Forget Zamiel." He said, his voice like an eerie whisper floated with the wind, the room suddenly a symphony of hotness and coldness as her mind twisted with his hypnotic persuasion that she willingly conformed to.

Darkness seemed to engulf the room at that moment, every touch of light suddenly sucked into the unnerving darkness, plunging the room into momentary darkness as her memories of lord Zamiel dissipated into nothingness.

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If I’m being honest, this is just so unfair that I have to write for hours, everyday only to not be paid for months because the favouritism system in NovelFire is just so fucked up and annoying, yes I’m giving up cause I need money and I’m sick and tired of this shit, tired of stressing myself out for nothing, but enjoy the book tho to wherever