The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 194: An Angel From My Dreams

Chapter 194: An Angel From My Dreams

Malika woke up with a soft grunt as she squirmed on the soft bed, wait bed? Her lashes fluttered open for her confused eyes to meet the dimly lit opulent room she was settled in.

As she looked around, she recognized it as lord Zamiel’s chamber, the same one she had woken up in after healing her from the whiplash he gave her, the memories of the leather against her skin still made her shiver.

Her mind suddenly reeled into the recollection of being held captive by the dark witches as it hit her like a broken dam.

But then, the most significant memory she acquired was the enigmatic occurrence of her powers, powers she never knew she possessed, hidden deep within her but then only revealed itself in her moment of despair. Questions flew around her head but she was confused on whether it was real after gaining her consciousness.

She wasn’t in the certainty of possessing mysterious abilities, as she reasoned that there might be a possibility whatever she saw was provoked by hallucinations in her moment of unconsciousness, although it felt real but she was unsure of herself after passing out cold and regaining her consciousness.

The occurrences in the dark witch’s lair were simply a muddling one as her mind fell in and out of consciousness, making the incidents that took place vague as the line between reality and hallucination blurred, leaving her unable to decipher the truth of her memories in the witch’s lair.

In the verge of concluding that it was all probably a hallucination of her attaining powers, she suddenly remembered the mysterious man that had been hovering above her, the last thing she saw before losing her consciousness.

She had no doubt that the celestial figure was an angel, specifically the angel that had visited her when she was a toddler, but now that she was clear headed and her brain was no longer foggy with the unclear state of blackouts, she reasoned it might have also been a hallucination.

Although she sensed a profound essence behind the appearance of the mysterious angel, she found it hard to believe that an angel had saved her, talk less of her acquiring powers that could kill a dark witch with one touch, it all felt too unrealistic.

She halted at a conclusion that it was all a hallucination and the mysterious being she saw before her blackout was only an angel in her dreams, the one she saw as a child, nothing more and the fact that she was in Zamiel’s room supported her theory of the mysterious occurrence as a hallucination, thinking he had saved her, after all she had caught a blurry glimpse of him fighting off the witches.

She was rather happy that she was finally safe, freed from the treacherous hold of the witches, she couldn’t wait to see Rama and feel a sense of relief and security once again.

She looked around the room, thankful of lord Zamiel’s absence. Even though she had been wanting to spend time with him to figure out the puzzling friction between them, it suddenly dawned on her that she was too timid to actually face him after their kiss that night, just the thought of seeing him again made her heart wreck in nervousness.

She yearned to see him again, but her fragile heart would be unable to carry the overwhelming weight of excitement if she had to face the man her heart fluttered for. As she scrambled out of the bed, ready to sneak out without lord Zamiel’s awareness, a familiar voice rang from the shadowed alcove of the room.

The numb tone in his velvety baritone voice was a hard one to miss, it seemed to strike a cord inside her as it sliced through the air to whisk into her ears.

She meekly turned around, eyes scouring the room for the owner of the voice which was undoubtedly lord Zamiel, but she didn’t see anyone until she saw a pair of crimson eyes glowing from within the shadowy darkness in the hidden alcove.

Her breath hitched in fear, startled by his eerie presence. He slowly emerged from the darkness, his hidden form taking shape in the dim light.

Even though he was standing farther away from her, his formidable presence was still as intimidating, spurring nervousness that hit her like a wrecking ball.

"Are you feeling well?" He asked, it would have been a strange question coming from him with that empty look in his eyes if not for the traumatic incident she had first-handly experienced, which took a toll on her both physically and mentally.

She fluttered her lashes, her brain not quite fully processing his words until after a minute or two of long silence, but he didn’t say anything as he rather gave her some time to recuperate, seeing as she hadn’t accumulated her rational sense of thinking yet.

"Uh.. Yes, I’m fine.." She stuttered with a nervous cough as she fidgeted.

He stared at her for a second which felt like long hours with his steely gaze fixated on her, it was unnervingly intimidating as she felt ensnared under the captivity of his alluring, dark eyes.

"You don’t look fine, sit." He ordered with the guttural air of dominance touched with a gentle caress of tenderness, but it seemed to hide beneath his dark voice, making it undetectable to her.

She had wanted to leave earlier, but the stern order coming directly from lord Zamiel made her tight lipped as she meekly sat at the edge of the bed, while watching him move stiffly to the other side of the room as he rang the maids.

Intently watching him in silence, he ordered for food and as they waited for it to be ready, she averted her gaze from him as her eyes darted to the floor while she locked and unlocked her fingers.

After a few moments of the room plunged into momentary silence, the food arrived and she watched him approach her with it after he dismissed the maids.

He sat right next to her, she could feel the mattress sink like her anxious heart. His musky, lavender mixed scent wafted its way into her nostrils, and even as she tried her best not to inhale his addictive scent, it still found it’s way to her brain.

His husky voice broke her from her thinking as it rang deeply beside her "Malika?"

She turned to face him with startled eyes, and she saw his extended hand toward with a fork in it, a piece of meat stabbed in its steel hands.

Her brows raised up in puzzlement at his action. Lord Zamiel was willingly feeding her, it was a sight she would have never visualized in the history of visions and imaginations.

Fluttering her lashes in disarray, she opened her mouth and let him feed her. The moment she started munching on the juicy meat, a red tinge crept up her cheeks, fanning her skin with a rosy blush.

It would have been a romantic scene if not for the permanently blank expression ingrained onto his face like an infinite mask, where all his emotions were concealed beneath.

She was a peculiar slow eater, but oddly, he hadn’t made a single complaint since he had started feeding her until she swiped her plate clean.

As the room fell into a deepening silence, she finally broke it with a curious voice. She figured that since he had been at the witch’s lair during her strange hallucinations concerning the enigmatic man whom she referred to as an angel, he would have definitely caught sight of him while she was unconscious.

"Uhm, Lord Zamiel." She called softly and his head mechanically craned to look at her. The striking intensity his crimson eyes used in meeting hers made the words hanging on her lips refrain from rolling out.

Awkwardly clearing her throat, she opened her mouth to speak as she darted her gaze from his eyes to his dark hazel hair, it was a less intimidating sight.

"Hmm?" He answered, waiting for her to speak.

"Did you happen to come across a strange man by any chance while in the dark witches lair?" She queried with wide, suspense filled eyes as she waited with bated breath for the words that would roll off his lips.

He seemed to be in thoughts for a moment as he rubbed his chin, but then he abruptly asked "Be specific." with a cold yet endearing voice.

"I’m not sure if it was real or a hallucination, but while I was held captive by the dark witches, it felt like I had powers..." She trailed off, but he didn’t say a word as he listened with attentive eyes and ears, she was slightly unnerved by his engrossed interest in her, but somehow it made her flustered.

"As absurd as it may sound, I think I killed an ogre and a dark witch, but then immediately after I killed the witch, I felt an unbearable pain before falling unconscious. When I woke up half unconscious, I saw a man hovering above me after the dark witch queen trapped you, but he seemed....like an angel from my dreams when I was younger..." She trailed off, the more she narrated her ordeal, the more bizarre it sounded to her, but she was more unsettled with Zamiel’s nonchalant expression.

"That was Angel Gabriel, your grandfather." He stated blatantly as he broke the baffling news to her.