The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 180: Helpless

Chapter 180: Helpless

Gulping, she dragged one foot very slowly backward, all while his predatory gaze held her captive. In the next second, Draco emerged from behind her as he moved with an unspoken elegance to stand in front of her, shielding her from the sight of Zamiel.

Their eyes met, creating the symphony of a regal ancient demon with a haunting silence and the guttural embodiment of the devil’s son, an imperceptible clash of two malignant forces played out right in front of her as the friction in the air pulsated with menace.

Zamiel cast her a flitting side glance before exiting the room. A puff of restrained air left her lips as she could finally breathe.

"You shouldn’t be scared of him, he’s more rational than you think." Draco assured and she nodded.

Her mind was suddenly jolted back to the disclosed secret about Malika, she would never have guessed.

They were to retreat to their chambers, but their room was obviously in an unfavorable condition after the heinous attack, so they took a fine guest room. It was a simple yet luxurious chamber with a homely ambiance, the air smelled of fresh lavender and rose, rather than of blood and death.

He suggested for her to wash up first, but she didn’t insist further on them taking a bath together, there was too much running over her mind, she was still worried about Malika despite being aware of the angelic abilities she could harness.

Her angelic nature had been suppressed her entire life, she reasoned it would be hard for her to control the powers she possessed, it made her even more worried and skeptical about Zamiel’s plan, the smug demon was always coming up with the most unusual ideas, even endangering the life of his mate in the process because of his theory which wasn’t entirely accurate, although he had backup plans which she may have slightly found impressive, but she loathed him too much to acknowledge his strategies as noteworthy.

Soaking herself in the hot tub, she closed her eyes to relax and free her mind from all the despairing thoughts crashing into her head.

Emerging out of the washroom, she clad herself in a simple night dress as she prepared for bed while Draco dashed in for a bath. The perilous occurrence of that day had taken both a mental and physical toll on her.

As she climbed over the bed, her thoughts drifted to Reina as she died in the hall. Her distorted face as she pleaded for help and her lifeless green eyes were embedded in her mind, she was sure the unappealing memory would stick forever.

She sighed thankfully that Malika didn’t suffer such a gruesome fate, she was only abducted by the dark witches and even though it wasn’t the most auspicious situation to be ensnared in, at least there was still hope of her being saved, no matter how small it was.

Silently, she prayed for Reina’s soul to find peace wherever she might be along with the others who faced the same fate. Whether they envied her or not, none of them deserved to die in such a manner, the witches sure did induce havoc in the castle.

Hopefully if any of Zamiel’s plans worked, the dark witches would finally go extinct once and for all, a lesser evil would be contained and the world would be a tad more peaceful.

Amidst her thoughts she didn’t notice Draco’s presence until he sank into the bed beside her, his spicy scent mixed with his dark aura enveloped her senses to snap her back into reality.

"What are you thinking about?" He queried as he leaned in to give her a teasing nudge.

"Everything and everyone." She answered without looking him straight in the eyes.

"Stop thinking so much love, it’s not your fault they died, there was nothing you could do anyway." His smoothly deep voice was as comforting as his words, but still she felt utterly disappointed in herself for how useless she was.

In her kingdom, she was a famously renowned queen, well-known as the fierce warrior queen who could take on any man, but now in the world of the supernatural where darkness ruled, she was nothing more than the weak human mate of Draco, a damsel in distress, a priceless yet so fragile jewel which had to be guarded 24/7 by her inexplicably powerful fortress, she abhorred the feeling of helplessness and weakness which ate

Under her skin, always having been a powerful, confident queen, the contrasting change was too much for her to take.

She didn’t yearn to protect the world or an Empire, she only yearned to be able to protect the people she held dear to her heart, she wanted to protect Malika and Draco, but she couldn’t.

"I never thought I’d feel weak, but I do, I couldn’t protect Malika from harm and now I have no idea how she’s fairing, we can’t tell of she’s dead or alive, I feel so vulnerable and weak." She snorted out in a barely audible voice.

"Strength isn’t physical Rama, you’re mentally and emotionally strong, besides it’s not logical for everyone to be physically strong." He stated out with a short chuckle, sating the air with the tunes of his melancholic bellows reverberating beneath his throat.

The feeling of helplessness slowly subsided, she knew he was right but she felt a coercive sense to protect her loved ones from danger.

"Who was that...woman with the green eyes? She didn’t look like a dark witch." Rama enquired as she sat up to lean against his bare chest, so smooth and hard.

"The dark witch queen, she doesn’t look like the others because she has both ancient demon blood and dark witch blood running through her veins, her mixed blood makes her powerful, but not for me." He disclosed to her.

Startled by the revelation, she glanced up at his face with creased brows "The demons literally mate with everyone, do they mate with angels too?" She asked in curiosity.

"Never, it’s a match forbidden by both the demon and celestial realms, even the universe doesn’t acknowledge it. Demons and angels could never merge as one, it would be chaotic." Draco said in a solemn tone.

"But Malika is an angel and Zamiel, a demon yet they both are mates." She reasoned out in a state of perplexity.

"Malika may have Michael’s blood running through her veins, but she’s not considered a valid angel, I doubt she’d be welcomed with open arms into the celestial realm." He concluded and she nodded at the complexity of the situation.

"I find it hard to believe that Malika is an angel, I mean obviously it wouldn’t be difficult to process if it hadn’t been dumped down on me especially when I’ve known her forever as that..weak and frail girl." She sighed out.

"Ever since I saw Reina die, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, I fear that ugly memory of her would surpass the others of her I had, I don’t want her gruesome demise to be the only memory that flashes in my head when I think of her, I still want to remember her bright eyes and smile, she used to help me a lot in the castle, I know it wasn’t in my position neither in my power to save her, but I felt a sense of helplessness when she said help me, she didn’t deserve to die like that and now Malika’s gone, I just feel at fault for everything even if it isn’t."

"Hmm." Draco nodded as he listened to her speak, allowing her to free her thoughts out.

"And I cannot believe Zamiel let her get snatched away so easily by the witches, his mate to be precise. Did something happen to him as a child for him to be so mentally fucked up? He’s literally brain damaged." Rama snapped, but her anger only rose when she visualized his face in her head.

"He’s always been that way, the silent predator, logical and sly. In all honesty, I prefer him so, it suits him better."

Her lips pursed at his remark as she flashed him a skeptical look from the corner of her eye "I’m not surprised, you’re both mentally fucked up." Her voice floated in a low whisper.

"You shouldn’t be spouting the words fuck so carelessly in front of me, I usually read different meanings." He teased with a sarcastic smirk.

She needed it, she needed his touch and the warmth of his body pressing firmly against hers and make her worries dissipate into thin air.

"Let’s make love. I’m sure the meaning is very transparent." She whispered, emphasizing every word as she leaned in to kiss him.

Stroking his face, she pressed her lips against his, the rush of the exotic flavors of his mouth as it merged into hers melted in her tongue.

Not breaking from the kiss, she straddled on him, hands roaming about on his body till it went lower, but as soon as she grasped his bulging dick, he swiftly pushed her off him, breaking from the kiss with a strained growl, his muscles reverberated with the force of temptation as he tried to resist.

"Go to bed, it’s been a long day." He said firmly, leaving no room for argument as he lay stiffly in the bed.