The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 134: Forgotten Fragment

Chapter 134: Forgotten Fragment

"Malika?" He called, his voice low and cautious as he stared into her golden eyes, eyes that had once held so much affection whenever she looked at him, was now nothing mere than twin golden orbs with anxiety reflecting in them.

The way he called her name made her feel a sense of familiarity, but she couldn’t quite point her fingers on it. Whatever she was trying to comprehend seemed near as well as far out of reach, like a void trying to get sufficed or a significant piece of a puzzle missing, but when she found the piece there was no puzzle to solve.

"You know my name?!" She exclaimed in surprise, she wondered how or why a significant vampire lord would remember her, an insignificant creature’s name.

A pink tinge was slowly creeping over her cheeks as she blushed that he knew her name. He was indeed a handsome vampire lord, no, handsome was an understatement, he was ethereally gorgeous, but that hard expression on his face and souless eyes of his almost ward her off like an evil spirit, although she couldn’t help but still swoon.

Hazel hair, dark as the shadows mixed with a hint of silver cascade down his sinewy powerful frame hidden beneath his regal attire, it seemed as if his pale silvery skin had been grazed by the moon, a stark contrast to his dark clothes, twin pools of crimson eyes stare down at her with an unfathomable hardness, his rosy lips pressed in a straight line as he stands imposingly tall like a haunting enchantment.

But it were his crimson eyes devoid of a soul and filled with an unfathomable coldness that drew her in, capturing her every essence with a single gaze, but she quickly tore her gaze as she realized she was staring too much at a vampire lord.

A vein in Zamiel’s temples throbbed when he realized memories of him had been wiped away from her head, leaving not a fragment to remember him by.

She was blushing that he had remembered her name, it was evident whatever she felt for him at that moment was only a fleeting feeling that would fade away, it was nothing serious or passionate unlike the strong desires and longing she had held for him before, it was apparent she didn’t remember him anymore or what they shared.

She had been compelled to forget him, undoubtedly he figured she might have requested to be compelled since she couldn’t live with the nostalgic, sweet bitter memories of him and move on, after all he had left her crying in those shadowy corridors, heartbroken with expectations of them together crushed into smattering pieces.

Her golden eyes once brimming with the longing and irrevocable desire to give herself to him and dance with him in his dark world, was nothing but a window to an oblivious soul and void of any lingering desires.

He was now nothing more than a mere forgotten fragment she could never regain.

Despite the relief that should have flooded his heart at her obliviousness of what they once shared, rather a strange uneasiness gnawed through his skin like a malevolent curse and for the first time, an expression tore through his stoic mask. His face twisted into a grimace.

He was distressed.

Had the universe made this fragile flower his mate? He pondered inwardly with unease.

The palpable connection shared between a demon and the chosen one destined to be his soulmate was undeniable.

It was a mystic tie, growing stronger with each passing moment, akin to the harmonious merging of two souls into one.

He couldn’t help but sense the connection, every otherworldly sensation surging through him whenever he caught a whiff of her enchanting lavender fragrance or the insatiable desires seeping into his very essence whenever she graced him with her golden gaze, and the relentless demons within him threatening to surrender to her charms whenever her melodious voice graced his ears.

It was unquestionable; she was undoubtedly his soul’s counterpart if she affected him in such a mesmerizing and irresistible manner.

She belonged to him, yet born into a world as shadowed as his own where beings like him were destined from birth to never know peace nor see a hint of light in the dark path they tread, he couldn’t bear to jeopardize her safety.

She was better off in her blissful ignorance, even if it meant enduring inner torment as he released her. For she remained unaware of the perils that awaited her should she ever venture into his ominous realm by his side.

There was a darkness she wasn’t willing to face, a devil she wasn’t ready to fight, no one was.

"You should leave." He said in a clipped tone before slamming the door on her face.

Her brows furrowed at his behaviour, he was rude but, his odd behaviour didn’t go unnoticed by her as well as the restless look on his face when he called her name. It seemed as if he was contemplating, but what could it be? She pondered inwardly but couldn’t get the answer regardless so she hauled away.

She halted at the end of the corridor and then looked back, the place seemed so desolate and lonely with only his chamber in that wing, she wondered if he felt that way too, whether he was lonely but then she inwardly laughed at herself for pitying him.

He was a vampire lord, powerful, wealthy and gorgeous beyond human comprehension, he could have anything he wanted and he would definitely not be in scarcity of women anytime soon or ever.

She shrugged and went about on her way, this time she asked a male servant for the whereabouts of the King’s chambers. Obviously seeing how finely she was dressed, he wouldn’t dare trick her unlike those maids as he probably thought she was someone of high social status.

Given the right directions, she went immediately to the King’s chambers, her palms sweating as she knocked on the door but there was no reply from within, she knocked again and again but only silence greeted her.

With dropped shoulders, she went back while pondering where they could have gone. Walking away, she went back to her room, yet her mind wandered to lord Zamiel as she looked out the window, watching the servants carrying out their daily works outside.

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Rama on the other hand, after being left alone by Draco wandered the halls in hopes of coming across Malika. She was well aware of how much Malika liked to wander regardless of where she was, she could only hope inwardly that the girl hadn’t wandered into a lion’s den already before she got to her.

Walking past a few maids carrying out their daily tasks, they bowed their heads, lips kept tightly shut for they were aware of what would happen to them if they dared to make a disrespectful noise in front of her and she reported them to the ruthless vampire king.

But then, a maid who couldn’t keep in her jealousy and anger at the unexpected union blurted out in a loud whisper behind her "She’s not even pretty, her skin is tanned and she holds no candle to the female vampires, I wonder why the King married her."

Rama wanted to walk away and ignore their blabberings, but she knew that if she did, the other maids would not acknowledge the power and position she held. Being silent and foolish were too different things and now was the time to put them in their places, after all she was queen.

Halting, she veered around and walked towards the maids, scrutinizing them with her eyes, she said "It seems as if your eyesight is as clouded as your judgements, a queen’s worth is measured by her actions, not by the vain words of replaceable insects, now who was it?" She said with the unwavering air of authority she possessed.

The maids gulped with lowered heads as they quickly but frantically pointed towards a red haired girl, petite and one of the smallest amongst them.

Approaching the girl with stealth and firm movements, she tilted her head up, leaning to her level. The girl’s freckled face came into view, scattered over her cheeks and nose, it was more perceptible as a result of her contrasting white skin. Her green eyes locked into hers and the girl flinched, lips quivering in fear.

"Your words are as insignificant as the dust underfoot, I will continue to lead beside my king and you can continue to gossip and as for the female vampires you prefer, I can only wonder why they’re not the ones wearing the crown." She drawled with one raised brow, her tone stern, matching with the hardness of her jade eyes.

"Perhaps you should take a lesson in both manners and wisdom." She stated as she stood straight, chin high and she saw the girl’s face turn pale with horror as she fell at her feet, tears brimming at her green eyes as she pleaded.

The other maids trembled in fear, heads lowered and lips pressed tightly in silence as no one was willing to risk angering the queen.

"Please spare me, your highness! I apologise your highness, please forgive me for my foolish choice of words!" The girl cried out hysterically as she lowered her head to the floor.

It wasn’t as though she wanted to punish her, she had only wanted to make her regret her words by fear. A wicked smirk curved the edge of her lips up at the girl’s remorseful behaviour.

"Remember I am merciful, but I do not show compassion, so the next time I am disrespected by any of you, no matter the slightest, you will be punished." She declared out in a firm tone and they all echoed ’yes your highness’ in unison including the sobbing girl at her feet.

As she proceeded to leave, she heard a voice ring behind her, it suddenly made her skin jump as it echoed in the corridor like a guttural thunder.

"What’s going on here?"

She turned around swiftly to see Draco walking towards them with a hard look on his face, his cold eyes scrutinizing the maids as if he was about to rip each and everyone of them apart, but when his gaze dropped on her, she saw his crimson eyes sparkle like blood diamonds.

But still , she realized he was in a fairly bad mood and she wondered what had upset him.