The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 114: A Dark Path To The Light?

Chapter 114: A Dark Path To The Light?

Rama stood frozen as the witch Diviner’s words echoed in her ears, her breath turning ragged as her greatest fear sought to haunt her.

"Are you alright?" Lord Damien queried.

Unable to speak anymore, she nodded with a lost countenance.

"We should leave now." He implied and without a word of protest or affirmation, they walked toward the exit of the white witch’s market where their horse stood.

Mounting on the horse, they left for the manor as it galloped slowly through the forest.

"Are you alright?" Damien asked as he tilted his head to the side, giving her a sneak peek from the side of his eyes.

"I’m fine, the card reading wasn’t entirely unexpected. I’ve always been prepared for the worst to happen my entire life." She said flatly.

"I wasn’t expecting any less from you. The only reason darkness surrounds you now, is because you’ve been weaved into our dark world." Damien remarked.

Although she was pertrified, not because of the dangers ahead of her, but because of the possibility that she could end up with her ultimate adversary which made her skin crawl.

The fact that she was already weaved into the tapestry of Draco’s shenanigans and tempting allure made her extremely wary and hopeless of the fact that she could evade him.

"It wasn’t supposed to be dark in the white witch’s market, it was supposed to be fun, I’ll make it up to you." Damien said as the horse galloped slowly across the meadows.

"It’s fine, I should be apologising instead. Rather than trying to find out about my uncertain fate, I should have just enjoyed the scenery of the market." Rama said with a restful voice, she would have enjoyed the ethereal scenery of the white witch’s market but she chose to rather satisfy her curiosity which led to her solemn mood.

"It’s alright to be curious..." Damien’s words were abruptly cut short as an object flew right past his face in an inhumane pace.

A silver spear sliced through the air, narrowly missing his pale face. With a swift, graceful motion, the weapon plunged into a gnarled tree trunk by his side with inhuman force, embedding itself deep within the aged wood.

The eerie glow of lord Damien’s crimson eyes flickered briefly as he deftly evaded the deadly projectile, his supernatural reflexes saving him from a close encounter with certain peril.

He suddenly pulled on the reins of his horse, bringing the horse to a stop as he mounted down the horse, with Rama following behind, startled at the confusing event on where the spear had appeared from.

Although the danger was apparent as whoever threw the spear was aiming for lord Damien’s head but somehow, it missed its target and also, she wasn’t able to detect what had flew past them in the first place as its gait was inhumane, until it plunged into the tree trunk, which made it obvious it wasn’t a human’s doing.

"What was that?" Rama queried with slight panic heard in her voice as she scurried behind him, toward the shield of his powerful frame.

"Not what, who." Damien said, a slight hint of irritation heard in his voice as he maintained his gaze on the path half covered with trees and shrubs until a figure shrouded with darkness emerged from it.

She settled her gaze on the figure as it emerged out into the warmth of the sunlight. A lump formed in her throat when her eyes met his dark, yet seductive siren eyes that seemed to burn under the sunlight.

It had only been last night since their last, forbidden intimate encounter, but a few hours from that moment felt as though she was only meeting him for the first time after a long time, his sinister beauty was one she could never get used to, he always left her entranced and at that moment, he left her gaping until Damien’s voice and touch brought her back to her rational self and reality.

She felt Damien’s hands slipping over her waist as he held her in a possessive manner, while he spoke.

"What are you doing playing with a spear so recklessly? You almost had my head." Damien said rather neutrally.

The flickering flames in his eyes seemed to pulse with a malevolent intent as his gaze flickered past his hand holding her waist, but there was no sort of displeased or irritated reaction from him which was subconsciously disappointing to Rama.

"And what are you doing playing with my toy?" His voice slithered through the air like a serpent’s hiss as he spoke.

Rama’s heart pace escalated as it pounded hard against her ribcage, dreading the fact that he was about to spill their intimate encounters to Damien and finally claim her as his possession. She reasoned he must have been bored waiting until the wedding day to ruin her life.

Her face was filled with pure horror as he opened his mouth to speak, the vicinity dripping with foreboding silence until Damien’s half hearted chuckle filled the air as he turned around to catch a quick glance of the majestic horse standing behind them.

"You gave it to me, remember?" Damien said and without realization, a soft sigh escaped from Rama’s lips as she realized he was talking about the horse and not her.

Her pacing heart slowly eased down, but it would pick up anytime her eyes met his dangerous smoldering ones.

"I gave it to you, didn’t tell you to keep it. I’ll have my toy back." He said, but she suspected this time that the toy differed from the horse, she guessed it was her, based off instincts.

He extended his hand to the spear plunged within the tree trunk and with an invisible magnetic force, it pulled out in an inhumane speed, slicing through the air as it flew towards him to be in his grip.

The eerie inscribings embedded on the body of the spear emitted an otherworldly glow before it dissipated into thin air, shrouded by black smoke.

The sight fascinated her, as well as spooked her because she realized he was showing off his demon powers, as expected of a prideful demon as he.

She saw his eyes flicker over Damien’s hand holding her waist again, jealousy glistening over his sinister crimson gaze before he spoke, each word dripping with honeyed poison.

"I’ll be on my way now, we won’t be seeing anymore of each other until the wedding day." He stated with an undeniable current of menace, as if indirectly telling her to brace herself for her damned day, rather than wedding day, the day he would claim her as his for all of eternity.

She squirmed slightly in unease, whether it be Damien’s unfeeling touch or his words, she was at unease, she could feel the sweat breaking in her forehead and back.

Maybe it was the tight dress, but she knew it wasn’t, it was all Draco and it didn’t help one bit that his siren eyes grazed over her body like he wanted to devour her, to punish her for letting another man touch her, his possession.

"What were you doing here anyway?" Damien queried as he proceeded to leave.

"Hunting dark witches." He replied flatly.

"There’ll be more hunting to be done after the wedding. Zamiel has a trace of their coven." He stated blatantly.

"Ahh, I see. Well good luck with the hunting, I’m sure both of you can take care of them when you find it." Damien said, pulling Rama behind him toward the horse as they proceeded to leave.

"Until our next meeting." Draco’s dark voice echoed as he stared at her with unfathomable dark desires in his eyes. They radiated a dark sensuality, promising both ecstasy and torment in their next meeting, a dangerous liaison that beckoned her closer even as it whispered of the perils that awaited.

After much inner battle, she tore her gaze away from him as she mounted on the horse, refusing to steal a last glance at him as the horse galloped away, but after a few gallops, she whipped her head back to catch a glance of him, but he was gone from sight.

She sighed desperately and after a short moment of galloping through the forest, the manor came to sight.

"Go on and check up on Malika, I’m sure she’s awake." Damien said with a smile, as they parted ways in the intersection of the hallway, she nodded and proceeded towards Malika’s chambers with bated breath, she had almost forgotten about the poor girl with erased memories.

She barged into her room, not caring to knock and she stood frozen at the doorside for a moment when her eyes met Malika and Lyla engaged in needlework, with so much focus they wouldn’t have noticed her if not for the fact she had barged into the room.

Their faces whipped upward to look at her and a smile grazed the girl’s face, no traces of the miserable heart broken girl anymore, rather she was now staring at the former Malika, unbothered by a one sided love or the urge to explore beyond normalcy.

"Good afternoon, milady." Lyla greeted with a slight bow.

"Can you give us a moment, Lyla?" Rama said sweetly and the maid nodded with a smile as she exited the chamber.

"Lyla was so nice to teach me how to do needlework, it was fun. How was your day with lord Damien?" Malika chattered happily as Rama sat beside her.

"It was..fine, we went to a white witch’s market, it was a fascinating sight filled with fascinating talismans and other things. He got me this enchanted amulet, said to protect the wearer from evil and dark magic." Rama said, leaving the girl wide eyed with awe and speechlessness.

Rama was amazed by the reaction of the girl who was a differing contrast from the miserable girl whom was heartbroken earlier. His memories had been wiped clean like a slate from her head and at that moment, she had no idea how to react, be it gladness or wariness of the aftermath.

In this world filled with darkness and tracherous entities, she knew nothing came from demons freely without a price, after all they were the devil’s minions.