The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 131: A Horde Of Butterflies In My Stomach

Chapter 131: A Horde Of Butterflies In My Stomach

He seemed to possess some sort of witchcraft, because for the umpteenth time again, he left her dazed speechless, his words had struck a vulnerable side of her, a side of her only he was capable of revealing.

She could feel a horde of butterflies fluttering their numerous wings in her stomach, if the connection between them proceeded this way, she was sure her revenge would go down the drain, it would very much be as useless as her brain everytime he touched her.

She suddenly shoved his hand holding her chin up as she said "That was the most cheesy thing I’ve ever heard." with a faltering straight face.

Draco merely chuckled at her remark, tilting her head up again, he said "It wouldn’t make your heart flutter if it was indeed cheesy."

She wanted to give a retort when his head whipped to the side, his eyes narrowing to the second door in the dining hall she hadn’t taken notice of earlier until then.

She followed his eye movement only to catch sight of lord Zamiel standing by the door side with his usual stoic facade, he hadn’t made a sound, rather he just stood still with hands crossed over his broad chest.

She wondered how long he had been standing there, watching them like a creep. His eyes were soulless, holding windows to a bygone era when their gazes locked momentarily.

"I have to go feisty wife, I’ll see you later."

His eyes which was glinting with amusement and mischief earlier, was now snuffed out to be replaced with a dark look, a hint of slight irritation in his face at the uninvited presence.

He took her hand in his, bringing it closer to his slightly leaned head, he applied a delicate kiss on the back of her palm, before walking away. Her cheeks flushed red at his gesture, he seemed to make her more smitten by his wicked charms than she was angered by his arrogance and pride.

She merely watched their retreating figures as they disappeared through the door, and then, the door shut close followed by echoing silence.

She rubbed the back of her palm reminiscingly, even a delicate kiss from him held a strange effect over her, she could still feel his searing hot lips on her skin, although it was a delicate kiss.

Sighing, she exited the dining hall towards their chambers, she couldn’t help but wonder where Malika or her amulet were lost to, although she knew Draco was earnest when he promised her the girl’s safety, she couldn’t help but worry about the girl’s fragility, it’s not like he would order his guards to watch over her every second of the day, but then she realized he didn’t even have guards, her uneasiness intensified more.

On the other hand, she wondered if he had stolen her amulet, aware it was given to her by Damien. He probably would have been aggravated on seeing the amulet on her neck and ripped it off while she was asleep, that was realistic, ’typical Draco’ she thought inwardly.

Now, while Draco was absent she could look for both lord Damien and then, Malika. She felt that tang of guilt again, while she was being flustered by Draco’s seductive charms, Lord Damien was probably wallowing in heartbreak and it was all her fault.

Exiting the chambers, she set out to find lord Damien, she was unaware of the direction to his chambers, but if she asked for directions, no doubt it would look awkward for the queen to be requesting directions to a man’s chambers and if she summoned him, she doubt he would even comply to it, he probably didn’t want to see her again.

On the worst case scenario, he had gone back to his mansion. She thought of going to pay him a visit which she was sure he wouldn’t be delighted about, but then Draco would never let her, she was sure of it. He was in all ways possessive and obsessed with every inch of her.

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{A peek into lord Zamiel’s and Draco’s conversation}

Proceeding into the liquor room, he casually picked up a fine wine bottle and poured its content into a glass cup, taking a sip before facing Zamiel with a bored look.

"What do you think you’re doing, Draco?" Zamiel asked, his voice unenthusiastic, but the weight used in emphasizing his words emitted caution.

"And what am I doing?" Draco queried casually as he sipped on his wine.

"You not only married her, but bonded her to yourself, you’re being too reckless in testing Lucifer, he might not be able to kill her because of the bond, but don’t underestimate him or his patience." Zamiel warned, a flicker of wary flashing across his crimson orbs like glinting ruby.

"You all underestimate what I’m capable of, including Lucifer. If he tries anything, I’ll be here waiting for him." His face darkened as he spoke, it seemed as if for a split moment, a mist of darkness swallowed his gorgeous facial features.

"You underestimate his capabilities Draco, he might not kill her, but punishing her and you with a fate worse than death is very much conceivable for the devil." Zamiel’s voice went low, almost calm but the tension in the air was far from his indifferent tone and dead expression.

"I’d love to see him try, he’ll regret having a clone then." Draco stated with an impish grin as he gulped down the remaining content of the wine.

"Draco." Zamiel called, his voice hard and serious as it was obvious he was barely pressing much thoughts on the serious issue, as he handled it frivolously, but he was well aware that the devil was not a being to be handled with such frivolous care or halfhearted attention.

Draco merely turned to face him with hands dipped into his trouser pockets in boredom as he let out an exasperated sigh.

"You do know you breached the law he strongly stands against, using the sacred demon bond to bind your soul to a human’s." Zamiel stated out, as if thoroughly revising the ugliness of the situation with him.

"And you do know the bond only works with your fated mate, regardless of what creature it is, so if you want to blame someone for going against Lucifer’s ridiculous rules, blame it on fate or better still the universe for making her my mate." Draco said in a clipped, less bothered tone than Zamiel’s whose muscles in his jaws were already twitching, his hands itching to punch that nonchalant smug off Draco’s face.

He had always cleaned up after Draco’s mess, every darn time he did something reckless, and this time, he was sure he would have to clean up a bigger mess after him.

Zamiel sniffed hard, Draco always had a knack for making him lose it, his stoic countenance was already faltering at the bullhead’s indifference in front of him.

"Regardless, you know he doesn’t care. If the universe made a human your mate, you don’t bond with them regardless or you’ll answer to the devil, you are aware of how much he despises tainted demon blood mixed with a human’s, he’ll never sit idle and watch her have a child with you, with tainted demon and human blood coursing through their veins." Zamiel pointed out, stressing on every word rolling off his lips.

"Zamiel." Draco called with a stern expression as he rested one hand firmly on his shoulder.

Draco continued "I don’t give a fuck."

"The devil’s patient for now, but it’s only a matter of time before he strikes and you’ll never be ready for him because you will be distracted by your mate. She’s your weakness, not strength." Zamiel said, his tone low but heavy with dreary warning.

"Or maybe I’ll strike him first." Draco said with shrugged shoulders as he poured more wine into the glass.

"He’s stronger than you now, he has no weakness and last time I remembered you got rid of it for him and now, he’s more stronger than before because he has nothing to care about, no weaknesses, no flaws and no leverage to use against him." Zamiel pointed out.

This time, his words struck a sense of rationality in Draco but it immediately disappeared as quickly as it came.

He was well aware of what Zamiel had meant, with the bond came disadvantages, as their mates would be their biggest weakness, the Achilles heels of demons. They were their only vulnerable side as their mates were the only valuable things in their life and the striking point for their enemies to use against them.

And for the devil’s mate and his mother, he had singlehandedly murdered her in cold blood, to make him suffer after Lucifer had murdered his human lover.

He never felt remorse or a slight tang of pain, after all neither of his parents had treated him with parental love or care, he was more of a powerful tool they had created to rule beside Lucifer, dethrone God and take over heaven, he was their powerful relic of chaos.

"She was his weakness, mine won’t be." Draco said firmly.

"The only reason he hasn’t gone berserk with rage yet is because he’s the devil, and the devil has no heart." Zamiel said with a dreary tone.

The reason Lucifer hadn’t succumbed to the maelstrom of emotions from his mates death was because he was the very embodiment of calculated malevolence. He stood as the Devil, an entity of icy reason, a mastermind of schemes and deceptions, a visionary of dark ambitions, and above all, the paragon of patience.

While other demons would crumble beneath the weight of their mate’s loss, not even the death of his beloved mate could deter him from his inexorable path of vengeance. The bond between them, a potent force of connection, pulsated through his core, but it was but a shadow in the vast canvas of his grand design.

His heart, once capable of warmth and tenderness, had been completely devoured by the insatiable flames of revenge. In its place lay a chilling void, a heart of darkness where every beat resonated with the pursuit of his ruthless agenda.

Zamiel proceeded towards the exit but then halted.

Without veering around, he said "You can do nothing but protect her now, she’s already being plunged into the web of the Devil’s world, so brace yourselves for what’s coming." With that said, he exited the room.