The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 159: The Soiree II

Chapter 159: The Soiree II

Rama was slightly stunned by the revelation, even though the girl had claimed she loved Lord Zamiel, she had only thought of it as a feeling that would wither away with time.

"Malika, my handmaid?" She queried again in uncertainty,, as if she was acquainted with another fragile flower other than Malika.

"You shouldn’t have let her erase her memories of Zamiel, you can’t separate them even in death." He said with a slightly grave countenance.

"Would something bad happen?" She asked in slight panic.

"She might never regain her memories, so they’ll either create new ones or there’s a slight, very slim possibility that she might regain them." He explained and she sighed out in relief that the aftermath wasn’t so detrimental.

"She begged me to, it was her choice because he let her go." She pointed out.

He let out an amused chuckle, as he shook his head.

"He didn’t let her go, he can’t. He might have been logical, but even his logic can’t save him, he can’t resist it, no one can, not even Lucifer could." His eyes hardened as he spoke.

"And you killed her." Rama muttered beneath her breath.

The air tightened with suppressed tension, she could taste it, the intensity of his gaze, the impassive look on his face, and the smirk curving the edge of his lips up as if he had won a trophy, she could taste his pride hanging on his shoulders.

"You killed his mate, why?" She asked, both in curiosity and wary.

His eyes were dead as he spoke, no compassion, warmth or remorse in his gaze.

"To hurt him, to watch him suffer and burn in his own hell." His voice was cold as ice and callous, darkness embedded in every word rolling off his lips, not a tang of remorse or mercy for the man who stripped him of the privilege of love or warmth.

But still, yet, it felt wrong to her, her stomach churned in unease. He killed a demon’s mate, regardless of what that demon had done, it was simply cruel to severe such a sacred bond and make someone suffer for an eternity.

To her it wasn’t only cruel but an irrational action, as she was his mate and to equalize all odds, Lucifer also had every right to kill her for vengeance, she wouldn’t, couldn’t even be enraged if ever Lucifer schemed to kill her one day.

"What you did was completely outrageous and uncalled for. Did you forget that you would also have a mate one day?" She snapped, her brows furrowed tightly as she maintained her gaze on his frigid ones.

"He can’t hurt you, there’s no need for you to feel insecure or worried." He assured with a charming smile reaching his eyes, it made her anger almost dissipate into thin air.

"I’m not feeling insecure, I’m being rational. You killed his mate because of a girl who wasn’t even your mate. He has every right to kill me for vengeance as you would have done if you were in his position." Rama stated out with an exasperated groan.

He pressed his lips together as he leaned towards her, peering his eyes at her from beneath his lashes as he spoke "Love, you realize I’m the least compassionate being on earth, while Lucifer would seal a deal with his enemy, I’d rather watch them burn."

"That is because he has an assembled rational mind, he’s calculating and cunning, you’re rather reckless and rash, you’d rather act on your impulses and satiate your sadistic urge, you don’t care about the consequences because you feel as though you have the world on the palm of your hands, but you don’t. You’re no longer invulnerable, because you have a weakness. Me." She snapped in one breath and after conveying her suppressed thoughts, she let out a dragged puff.

Yes, he was no longer the immortal beast whom no one could slay, he was now a fortress obliged to protect a fragile, precious jewel.

Draco leaned back on his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he stared at her in dragged, awkward silence.

"I want to be alone for a moment." She said blatantly rather than a request.

"You may leave, I have something to take care of. In the mean time take a nap, when you awake it will be time for the Soiree." He said neutrally, but his countenance was rather firm, she wondered if she had hit a nerve, he was undoubtedly angry but suppressing it.

The fact he just let her go when he had promised to watch her every second and never leave her side spoke volumes about his mood.

Linking her fingers together nervously, she stood up to leave, but she stopped for a moment, as she wondered whether to apologize or not, she might have gone too far and being a bit over worked up on the issue.

She opened her mouth to apologize but he best her to it "You don’t have to apologize."

She nodded regretfully as she proceeded to leave, halfway in reaching the door she heard his voice behind her.

"I may not be present but I’ll always be watching you." He promised, his voice deep with a hint of tenderness.

She smiled without turning back and exited the dining hall. She had only left because he seemed angry, but now that she thought about it, how on earth would Draco be angry at her? It was simply impossible.

Maybe he was reeling on her words and pressing significant thoughts on what she had said. True he could be reckless, but still she loved every inch of him without a change, every flaw and every perfection, she accepted it all.

As she stepped into their chamber, she thought of going back to him, but then he said he had something to take care of, so she thought against it. Moreover, she felt as if she was a bit too clingy, it was apparent how she always wanted to spend time with him and cuddle beside him all day without doing anything.

He said to take a nap but she wasn’t feeling sleepy so she decided to take a walk round the enormous garden that stretched into a large expanse of land.

She exited the castle and took a stroll in the garden, beautiful? Yes, but not as unique as the flowers in the secret garden.

Flicking her fingers through the flowers she delved deeper into the maze like garden. The sun emitted its light on the flowers, making them glow with a radiating intensity.

But in the crimson watchful eyes of a person standing at the top balcony of the castle, her glow radiated more than the flowers, her presence invalidating those of the flowers.

Feeling a sense of watchful eyes on her, she looked around the garden but caught sight of no one and then she looked up at the balcony, but there was no one there, although she saw the curtains flail gently and she had felt a presence.

With a sigh, she returned her attention back to the flowers.

After spending a few hours in the garden, watching the servants scamper around and do their daily tasks, she finally retreated back to her chamber for a nap like Draco had suggested, she needed it after all if she was going to wake up to an execution instead of a Soiree.

As she proceeded to the inviting bed, a whirling noise echoed softly behind her like a suppressed tornado mixed with the sound of crackle like fire burning.

A malignant force pulsated behind her, the air rippled with an otherworldly dark energy, one she was vaguely familiar with, yet varied from Draco’s.

Breathing heavily with a racing heart, she veered around ever slowly, only for her breath to be caught in her throat the moment she met those familiar eyes.

Those cold golden eyes that had never been grazed with the warmth or tenderness of affection pierced into hers as before her stood the entity of evil, King of hell, Lucifer.

Every movement he made depicted that of a fallen angel, just one look and no one would be able to doubt or argue with the fact that he was indeed Lucifer.

It was morning and the room was bright, but the air around him rippled darkly and his presence shrouded the room into a fall of perpetual darkness.

Her throat dried up with fear, her lips quivered uncontrollably. No matter how much she tried to possess control and gain her composure, it seemed useless as if her body reacted on it’s own will of fear, her brain equally unable to work properly as it lay dead in her head.

He was a mindless beauty, a celestial being, after all he was once an angel, but it was as if it was sucked into the shadows of an abysm, drained of every hint of light he once possessed, the harbinger of darkness and sin.

His perfectly chiseled face was ever impassive and emotionless as she had remembered. Murky stillness graced the room as their eyes locked momentarily.

"Hello Rama, or should I say, daughter in law?" He corrected with a short laugh, one that never reached his lips or echoed genuinely, rather than it sounding like a laughter it sounded like the hymn of darkness ringing in her ears.

Her blood curdled as his laughter dropped to be replaced with his impassive countenance in the flick of a finger.

His golden eyes burned like the hellish flames in hell, yet they were colder than ice, a symphony of ice and flame. Flames swirled in his eyes yet the warmth it conveyed was that of darkness, not tenderness or affection.

His soul had long been dead.