The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 151: Night Of Recognition

Chapter 151: Night Of Recognition

Malika stricken with shock watched as blood spurted out of the headless demon’s body, painting the ground red while the other demon who had saved her stood tall above him.

The fact that lord Zamiel had decapitated a fellow demon for her, a mere lowly human left her in disarray, moreover she couldn’t help but wonder why lord Zamiel, the stoic and unfeeling lord would risk his life just to save her, he always seemed cold and distant, so why save her? What motive could he possibly have? She pondered.

As much as her thoughts ran in different directions, her brain failed to construct a proper thinking pattern as she was still in shock and fear, her body trembled visibly under the imperceptible force of trepidation.

The cold demon lord suddenly whipped his head toward her direction, his empty red eyes boring into hers as he approached her. She gulped when she saw him moving towards her direction, her breath quivering with every step he took.

She was grateful he saved her, but fear overpowered her senses. She wanted to move, but it was as if her butt was stuck to the ground, as he held her frozen under his powerful gaze.

He crouched down to her level, his gaze scrutinizing her from head to toe as he said "Are you hurt anywhere?" His usual stoic, emotionless demeanour faltered slightly as a tender warmth mirrored his gaze.

Her lashes fluttered in confusion at his question, doubtful the words had been spewed out of his very lips. Was this the same lord Zamiel? She pondered doubtfully.

"Malika?" He called at the lost girl, he knew she was still reeling from the shock and fear of being hunted like an animal by a demon, so he tried to convey patience with her.

She tilted her head up for her eyes to meet his, the way he said her name so tenderly as it rolled out of his lips left her blushing. But a whiff of familiarity hung in the air, the way he said her name emitted a sense of nostalgia.

"I-I’m fine." She stuttered with a tiny voice as she looked down, averting her gaze from his.

"He’s dead, he can’t hurt you anymore so there’s no need to be scared." He assured her.

"Thank you lord Zamiel." She said, bowing her head.

"You need to clean up, there’s too much dirt in your dress and face." He pointed out as he stood on his feet, hands extended to her.

She smiled briefly as she placed her delicate hand atop his. The feel of her soft palm grazing his left the air charged with discernible tension. Sprouting up on her feet, she didn’t let go still as she followed his lead through the dark forest.

She glanced at the headless body of the demon, his dulled emerald eyes open in his decapitated head on the floor. She quickly averted her gaze from the gory sight while she squeezed on his arm tightly, feeling slightly nauseous.

Weirdly, she felt a sense of security and comfort with him even though she could discern the menacing darkness oozing from every air around him, yet there was a comforting warmth breaking through the coldness of his demeanour.

He could feel her small hands clasping around his big ones tightly, he could sense every fear and nervousness emanating from her fragile self.

As they trod in silence through the eerie path, her inner goddess thought of questioning him on the reason he had saved her, but her lips kept shut as she was too timid to stimulate a conversation with the gruff vampire lord.

They stopped in front of a still lake, it’s crystal blue waters tinged with a shade of red from the crimson light emitted from the blood moon. Her brows creased in confusion on why they stopped there.

"Take a quick wash here, you can’t go back to the castle like this." He implied.

Her dress and body was filthy with dirt stuck in every corner resulted from hiding beneath that ridge and the constant push from the vile demon to the dirty floor.

Although she was looking filthy, she still wanted to refuse because taking a wash in the lake meant stripping down to nothing in front of him and washing up. She could feel the taste of tension on her lips as she opened them to speak.

"Neither I nor anyone will be watching, so take a quick wash." He insisted with a stern countenance before veering around stiffly for his back to face her.

She gulped warily, eyes fixated on him in case he tried to turn around, although she knew he wouldn’t. With a grunt of frustration, she tried to undo the laces which were a hasse for her to undo, she needed his help but the thought of asking him for help made her skin crawl.

As she tried to undo the laces herself, he mechanically turned around as he approached her while she stood frozen to the ground. Standing behind her, he handled the laces himself, his hands trembling with longing and uncertainty.

Her once vibrant eyes held no recognition for him, clouded by the memory wipe. He was furious about her erased memories of him, but alas, he was to blame for it, for the heartbreak he made her go through, pushing her to the very cliff that led to her distressing choice.

As he undid the laces, his touch was a gentle caress, his warm fingers skillfully unraveled the laces, revealing her porcelain skin underneath the layers of her gown.

His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers of recognition through her body, as if her very cells responded to his familiar touch.

Her breath hitched when she felt the warmth of his fingers graze her cold skin, it stimulated a strange yet pleasing sensation within her, a sensation that made her harbour vulgar fantasies in her head.

Though, her mind held no memories of their shared past, her heart ached with with a sense of longing, an inexplicable connection that defied all logic.

Time seemed to move slower as he continued to undo the laces, the delicate sensation of his danced across her skin. It was as though her very soul recognized the intimate familiarity of his caress.

Her heart thud rapidly against her chest like a distant thunder, her breath held in anticipation as he undid the last lace, his fingers giving her one last delicate graze before it retreated, her small back bare for his sight to graze made him salivate but he quickly averted his gaze before he would start harnessing wild thoughts, thoughts he would put into action if not tamed.

From behind, he leaned in to her ear, his hot breath on the nape of her neck made her senses go hazy and then, she heard his husky voice whisk into her ears as he said "I’m done."

She turned around for their eyes to lock, a silent plea for more of the warmth she once knew, a yearning for the missing pieces of her heart to fall back into place.

She could discern the hollow emptiness, she knew something was amiss, something felt vaguely wrong but she couldn’t quite point her fingers on it. The connection between her and this cold demon was perceptible even in the air, but she couldn’t comprehend what it was.

His cold crimson eyes were yielding to the warmth that melted it, as it burned with a familiar desirous flame and the silent plea in her eyes only fueled it, for it to consume his being and rationality.

His rationality dissipated into thin air as he didn’t care about the dangers pervading his dark world anymore, she was his and he sought to claim her regardless of the consequences, if he had to, he would wage war with every demon in hell and every angel in heaven, he would wage war with the devil himself to claim his possession.

The bond was a force that couldn’t be evaded no matter how powerful one’s willpower seemed and his willpower held no candle to it as he could only resist it for a minimum duration, afterwards, he would succumb to it.

Cupping her face in his hand, he leaned toward her, their noses brushing and hot suspenseful breaths fanning their faces. The air was laden with unspoken desires as their gazes reflected into one another.

Her lips subconsciously parted as she awaited his lips to meet hers with bated breath. Rationally speaking, she barely knew him, but this sense of familiarity and recognition made the connection between them valid.

His lips finally met hers with a tenderness that matched hers. His luscious lips melting into hers melted any sort of resolve she had left within her as she dissolved into his arms, stars burst inside her head as she savoured the exquisite taste of his lips.

His hand wound around her small waist as she wound her arms around his powerful neck to rest on his broad shoulders.

A tingling sensation spread through her body but it mostly intensified between her legs.

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