The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 120: Married To The Devil’s Son

Chapter 120: Married To The Devil’s Son

In the dimly lit cathedral, an eerie hush fell over Rama as she beheld the ethereally dark and inhumanely gorgeous devil.

He stood tall and imposing at the altar, his presence commanding attention. His attire was a luxurious regal black, so dark it seemed to absorb the very essence of light, adorned with intricate silver lattice that glistened like stars in the night sky.

His long black hair cascaded down his back like a silken waterfall, an obsidian curtain that framed his chiseled features. Crimson ember eyes, smoldering with an otherworldly fire, pierced through the shadows, capturing the gaze of all who dared to meet them. They were windows to a realm of ancient secrets and forbidden desires.

His crimson ember eyes smoldered with a hunger that transcended centuries, fixed unwaveringly on his human bride as she walked down the aisle.

As the beguiling bride approached, his sculpted lips curved into a seductive smile, revealing the faint hint of elongated canines.

Her ethereal wedding gown, crafted with intricate lace and adorned with delicate crystals, glimmered in the candlelight. Her ivory skin seemed even more delicate in contrast to his otherworldly silvery pale one.

The intensity of his stare was like a predatory partner tracking its prey through the depths of the night, as she left him enthralled and unable to sweep his eyes off his captivating feisty princess.

As the human bride slowly walked down the aisle, her heart pounding with a mix of terror and irresistible desire, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.

His presence was a magnetic force, drawing her closer with each step. It was a dance of darkness and allure, a union between worlds, as they stood together at the precipice of a fate unknown.

The air thickened with anticipation and tension as his eyes bore into hers like twin black holes, sucking her into their inescapable gravity. As she reached the podium of the altar, she saw his large hands extended toward her.

She gulped before placing her hand on his cold ones, yet they emitted warmth that spread all over her body. She stood at the altar, facing him or better still, peering her eyes into his midriff where her head level was reaching, it made her admire how inhumanely tall he was as he stood over her like a looming darkness.

The wedding cleric’s voice broke her out of her reverie as he started reading the vows, the words became muffled as her mind raced into different chaotic directions, she felt like bolting through those towering double doors, but Malika’s safety was the only thing keeping her frozen in position.

It was ludicrous getting married to her rival who had destroyed her kingdom, she wondered if no one else found it absurd except her, the night creatures sure had a dark twisted mindset. It was wrong, but it felt right.

Once again, a voice broke her out of her unending train of thoughts, but this time it wasn’t the cleric’s, it was a voice born from darkness itself, that velvety timbre voice with a blend of darkness.

Draco was reading the vows. Wait! Draco was reading the vows?? She screamed inwardly, eyes dilating like it would fall out of her sockets any moment in utter disbelief and shock.

Although she couldn’t see him properly because of the stupid veil, hearing him reading the vows was just disbelieving, since when did Draco care to commit or even follow the rules?

She would have thought he’d proceed with the wedding in his usual brash and careless manner, but there he was taking the right steps showing his obvious interest as he put utmost effort while the wedding commenced, oddly, it made her heart flutter and a blush flushed over her cheeks.

She didn’t realize it was her turn to read the vows until the cleric cleared his throat loudly, making her almost jump startled.

"It’s time for the bride to say her vows, repeat after me or do you have a handwritten vow like the King?" The cleric asked with a somewhat drawled yet calm voice.

A handwritten vow? Draco had said his handwritten vow and not a word had stuck into her head as she was living in her own thoughts, she immediately bit down on her lower lip in regret knowing she didn’t catch a word of the vow he made just for her.

Regret washed over her confused face, he had been thoughtful enough to make his own vows for her, yet she hadn’t even been paying any attention, he was making her heart flutter one too many times, as well as making her forget how wrong it was all supposed to be, yet how right it felt.

"I’ll repeat after you." She said with a small voice, barely audible to the crowd or even the cleric, but he nodded as if he had heard her, probably because he was a vampire which she hadn’t noticed until she looked up to face him, greeted by a pair of light red eyes staring back at her through the veil.

Since when did vampires bless a marriage or act as a priest? She thought inwardly, but then they were in a Vampire kingdom, so nothing unexpected to see there.

The vampire cleric read the vows and she read it after him, her voice barely audible not that she wanted to make it loud, they could hear her anyway.

As she read the vows, she finally realized she was going to become his queen by sealing the marriage with him, how strange and unnerving that the seers prophecies had been fulfilled, yet she couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming danger lurking just around the corner.

The fulfillment of her prophecy didn’t seem like the end of her fear or worry, it felt like the beginning of a treacherous path, one that she would never have anticipated.

"Do you lady Rama take King Draco to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The cleric’s voice whisked into her ears, the hall fell into an eerie hush, only her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

Her lips quivered as she opened her mouth to speak, not wanting to look silly in front of everyone and the impatient priest she hurriedly said "Yes, I do." As if she had swallowed a pile of hot coal.

The same question was asked to Draco and he ever so calmly agreed with the yes leaving his lips like his favourite word.

Afterwards, the cleric announced the exchange of rings as he took a small velvet red cushion with two golden rings seated atop it.

He gave the bigger sized ring to her and the smaller sized one to Draco, but then the ring slipped out of her hold as it fell to the marble ground, a soft gasp resonated from the crowd and at that moment she only wished for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

She saw Draco crouch down with one knee on the floor as he picked up the ring and pressed it into her palm, while whispering into her ears in that short, momentary lapse.

"My sweet feisty princess is so clumsy." He said with a honeyed voice before standing straight.

As his voice whisked into her ears, the ring almost slipped from her hand again as his tantalizing voice made her ears hot, but she managed to gain her composure as the Cleric told them to exchange rings.

He slipped the ring into her ring finger in her left hand, every slight touch from his slender fingers grazing her palm was sleek and suggestive.

She slipped the ring in her hold onto his slender ring finger, she couldn’t help but admire the flawlessness of his perfect fingers, how could one be so perfect without a single flaw? She pondered and her intrusive thought answered, ’Because he’s born of an immaculate darkness.’

This time, she jerked with a yelp when she heard the vampire cleric’s voice thunder as he announced "Now, you may kiss the bride!"

Why couldn’t he just speak in the calm manner he’d been using? She pondered with shot eyes. He really didn’t have to yell out loud in her ears and disrupt her brain function, she frowned, until Draco started lifting the veil off to reveal her face.

She lowered her face as her gaze dropped to the floor timidly. She was a confident woman, not a shy girl like Malika, yet she couldn’t help but be nervous about the fact that he was about to kiss her right there in front of the red eyed crowd, thankfully Damien wasn’t present to witness it or she’d wallow in unbearable guilt.

She felt his cold fingertips underneath her chin as he tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes meeting the fiery intensity of his gaze as he looked down at her. He leaned in, his hot breath whisking past her cheeks making her breath subconsciously hold as she anticipated the feel of his lips on hers.

The vampire king’s luscious lips, cool as the midnight breeze, brushed against the warmth of her mouth, sending shivers down her spine. As their lips met, it was as though the very essence of night itself was transferred, leaving her breathless, her heart pounding like an ancient drum.

His kiss was a sensual blend of menace and longing, a taste of sweet darkness that left her trembling in his arms. The kiss was a passionate storm, a union of two worlds colliding, of his immortality and her fragile mortality.

Her senses drowned in the intoxicating depth of his embrace, her body melting into his as she succumbed to the allure of his dark charm. It was a kiss that defied time, a kiss that bound her to him, a kiss that whispered promises of eternal enchantment in the embrace of his cold warmth, a kiss that sealed her marriage to the devil’s son.