The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 182: Karma

Chapter 182: Karma

"You act like you’re above the rules, Draco." The male demon uttered with perceptible bitterness coating his words.

As Rama’s eyes darted around, only then did she realize the female demon had dissipated from their midst.

A sly smirk tugged the corner of his lips up "In my world, there are no rules."

"You seem to forget that it’s not your world, it belongs to Lucifer, we’re all just pawns in his game of chess, the only difference between the pawns is their significance, the stronger ones strive and the weaker ones are eliminated." The male demon said, his words weighed with tangible knowledge and a murky essence that seemed to brush against her skin.

Asmodeus’s gaze flitted past her and for a momentary second, their gazes locked and she found herself being drawn into the enigmatic dark force of his eyes, it made her skin crawl so she immediately broke the unnerving eye contact.

"I hope your human mate knows what she signed up for." His voice rang low in a dark whisper and she could feel his eyes on her.

Unexpectedly, Rama took the mic as she spoke with confidence, her gaze settled on his, even though she was scared of the demon "Every demon I encountered says that, but I’m pleased to keep saying it over again that I know the path I chose, and along with the roses, I’m well aware of the thorns."

Asmodeus’s eyes glinted drearily "Your little confidence won’t save you human, it’s evident you have no idea what you’re up against. You’re not up against mere witches, vampires or demons, you’re up against the devil himself."

"She’s not up against him, I am and I’ll make him burn in his own hell if he even thinks of hurting her, be a good servant and deliver the message to him." Draco uttered, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

A half hearted smile crossed Asmodeus’s lips as his gaze darted between them "Enjoy your time, until karma catches up to you." With that said, he disappeared into thin air as a blanket of darkness shrouded his form.

Without realizing she had been holding her breath, she took a deep breath out while Draco turned to face her.

"Let’s have breakfast, I apologize about the interruption, I would have gotten rid of them but you’re still recuperating from yesterday’s massacre." Draco said with a smile as he pulled her chair out for her.

She would have been drooling at the delicacies in front of her, but her appetite had vanished. Fostered by Malika’s disappearance and the demons unnerving appearance, the jumble of conflicting emotions left her feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

"You should eat." She heard him say, his voice echoed softly, like an invisible caress on her skin, but how could she eat knowing Malika was alone and scared to death, it shattered her fierce spirit knowing she was in the midst of danger with no one to protect her.

She nodded, but as she picked up her cutleries, it became a hassle to eat the food. Instead of forcing her to eat, he stabbed a piece of steak and brought it to her mouth, gesturing for her to open up, a radiating smile lit up on his face and the world around them seemed to fade away for a moment.

He was born of the darkness, yet his smile could light up her heart, in the midst of hopelessness, he rekindled the snuffed out flames of hope within her, she found love that could only be found in the darkest corners of his heart.

Returning the smile, she opened her mouth as she ate the steak, she savored the juicy flavor with a pleased nod as he continued feeding her and he smiled satisfyingly at her reaction.

"Uhm, what happened to the mirrors in the castle? I’m just worried that someone might accidentally go through it." She thought out aloud and he chuckled softly, amused by her question.

"They’ve all been destroyed." He noted.

"I was only being considerate unlike you." She rolled her eyes.

"When is Zamiel coming back with the silver enchantress? Does she live so far away?" She queried, slightly disturbed about the fact that Ammon’s mother might sabotage the plan by killing Zamiel for vengeance.

"Zamiel is fine, the white witches live across the ocean in their own very small kingdom." Draco explained.

"Ammon’s mother seemed very furious." She muttered with creased brows.

"And intimidated, she wouldn’t act foolishly and test my patience or she’ll meet the same end as her beloved son." Draco uttered darkly with no whiff of remorse, eyes as cold as glaciers.

"She deserves to mourn, as much as I hated Ammon, she was a mother who lost her son." Rama remarked.

Draco scoffed "You shouldn’t feel pity for a demon, they’re far from innocent beings."

"Innocent or not, she was a mother." She shrugged as she passed down her point.

"You sound like Malika." He pointed out with squinted eyes.

"What?! Definitely not!" Rama exclaimed.

"She’s usually emotionally fragile, I think she’s rubbed it on you, she’s a bad influence." He drawled effortlessly.

A hearty chuckle rolled off her lips as she said "She’s being the best influence in my life, I used to think she was weak for seeing the good in everyone, then I realized she didn’t see the good in everyone, but she saw a choice that they hadn’t taken yet, and a chance for hope as long as there was life."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she blinked them back before they could cascade down her cheeks, a short lapse of silence reigned as Draco gave her the space she needed, but she immediately broke it with an enthusiastic voice.

"I was told the white witches live in the kingdom, why do they live across the ocean?" She queried in confusion.

"Even though they live far away, they’re under our protection as long as they keep the peace and on the white witches market days, they come here to sell their goods." Draco explained.

"How far away?" She queried.

"He’ll be here shortly, let’s take a stroll in the meantime, hm?" He suggested with a beam and she nodded, delighted with his suggestion, at least it would help her get her mind off the energy-draining problematic thoughts.

After they were done with breakfast, they emerged out of the castle and into the forest. In the dappled sunlight of the ancient forest, the Devil’s son, a figure of dark charisma with eyes that gleamed like molten embers, walked hand in hand with his mate. They strolled beneath the towering, gnarled trees, their fingers intertwined as a bond stronger than any enchantment.

They exchanged a look filled with I spilled emotions and she smiled, it was a smile that could beguile even the most sinister of beasts, as she felt her worries dissipate in the gentle embrace of the forest. The rustling leaves above whispered and the fragrance of blossoms and earth enveloped them like a fragrant, enchanted cloak.

As they sauntered deeper into the woods, the serendipity of this paranormal world unfolded around them. Flowers of every color bloomed at their feet, their petals glistening as if kissed by the stars.

The sun, a radiant orb of gold, bathed the scene in a warm embrace, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. Birds sang sweet melodies, and a gentle breeze carried the echoes of distant enchantments.

In this enchanted forest, they both found solace, where the burdens of their otherworldly existence dissolved into the serenity of nature, and the harmony of their love echoed through the gnarled trees.

Merely strolling through the forest beside him was all she needed to let go of the anxiety and worries overwhelming her.

venturing deeper into the enchanted realm as they walked hand in hand, a hushed, eerie silence surrounded them, broken only by the occasional whisper of the rustling leaves.

But the tranquility of the forest was soon shattered by a mesmerizing spectacle, moments later as they reeled in the serendipity of the forest, a distant melody sated the air.

She looked at Draco who didn’t seem alert at the strange melody arising from within the forest.

"What’s that?" She asked.

"See for yourself." He said and before she could say anymore, he pulled her toward the sound.

Emerging from the depths of the woods, they stumbled upon a secret clearing where a frenetic dance of mischievous faeries was unfolding. These ethereal beings, no taller than a man’s hand, shimmered with an otherworldly glow, their wings glistening like shards of emerald and amethyst.

Rama watched in awe as the faeries twirled and frolicked in a kaleidoscope of colors, their laughter like tinkling bells. Each faerie donned intricate, miniature attire, their outfits adorned with petals, leaves, and tiny dewdrop jewels.

Music filled the air, not from any tangible instruments, but rather a symphony of nature itself, as the wind hummed through the leaves and the river’s babbling joined in harmony. These mischievous faeries moved in unison, casting spells with every step, their dance an enchanting display of magic, weaving an invisible tapestry of wonder.

Rama, captivated by the enchantment of this secret gathering, dared not disturb the ethereal dance. Instead, they both stood on the periphery, their presence unnoticed by the faeries, as if they were mere phantoms themselves. In that moment, the line between the devil’s domain and the enchanting world of faeries blurred.