The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 195: Celestial

Chapter 195: Celestial

Malika froze at his words as she found them hard to condescend to, she could feel a pricking sense of truth in it, but still, now that she was hearing it coming from Zamiel, it left her in utter perplexity.

The fact that her ancestral bloodline was connected to the Archangel Michael, naturally making her an angel, left her in incomprehensible bewilderment, it was beyond shocking.

"That...man was angel Michael? And he’s my grandfather?" She queried with a slightly curled lip as she ran her fingers through her golden strands, startled by the revelation.

"Your abilities have been concealed because of that pendant, an heirloom created by Michael himself." Zamiel explained as his fingers brushed her necklace with a slight touch, but his cold knuckles grazed her skin with a trace that could barely be considered as a touch, still, it made her breath shudder at the contact.

She cleared her throat nervously as she tried to convey valid insight on what he was saying. She subconsciously touched the pendant wound around her neck which she thought she had lost.

"Where is he?" She asked with innocent doe eyes staring up at him with a tenderness that threatened to break through his composed demeanor.

"He’s gone back, you don’t expect him to take you to heaven, or do you?" Zamiel remarked rhetorically.

She snorted out a laughter as she said "Of course not, I just wanted to...I don’t know, maybe see him? I never knew my family and we’re the only ones left." She reasoned out, her smile slowly fading like the sunlight losing its brightness as her face turned slightly gloomy, unable to hide her sadness.

She had been so eager to unravel the secrets revolving her birth and lineage, but now that she had finally gained awareness of her origin, she felt a sense of emptiness evolving with every second in her.

The fact that her only family who turned out to be the Archangel Michael, had abandoned her as a child to pursue a higher purpose in heaven, while she scrubbed floors and toiled as a maid, elicited twisted feelings within her.

But somehow, she could understand how irrational it was to even think of bringing her to heaven in the first place, when she was only one-half of a true celestial being, she would have been an odd in the even and felt out of place, but she doubted she would have been accepted into such a holy realm.

She couldn’t blame him for his actions of leaving her behind in the human realm, when she thought about it, he was trying to make her life easier. She had always imagined the life of a paranormal to be effortless with no treacherous dangers, but now that she had savored the taste of the paranormal fit only a few months, she realized that the more powerful a being was, the more damned their path would become.

The higher the power, the higher the price to pay.

"But now he’s gone and I have no idea when he’s coming back, probably never." She said in a whisper as she fiddled with her dress.

"I used to catch glimpses of him when I was a child, but as I grew up, I thought it was only a dream of an angel, how absurd that that angel turned out to be my grandfather." She chuckled out loud, while she reminisced.

"We could bring him back, forcefully of course." He said in a serious tone, no hint of sarcasm.

"Really? You can make him come back?" She screeched in a delight filled voice, bubbling with joy.

"Not me, Draco." He corrected with a straight face.

"But why? How? I mean, will he even agree to come just for me?" She blabbed, her voice chirped with happiness as she bounced softly on the bed.

"Well, obviously he’s the only one capable of mentoring you on how to wield your powers properly, so he’ll have no choice but to see you." Zamiel pointed out and her eyes widened even more, aware that he was right.

"That’s delightful to hear, thank you so much lord Zamiel." She said with a heartfelt gratitude as a wide grin crossed her pink lips to reveal beautiful white pearls.

Her laughter rang like the halo of the angels in heaven, her smile made her entire being glow like the symphony of stars enveloping a blanket of the dark night skies.

"For what?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"For everything, also you risked your life just to save me in the dark witches lair despite being aware of the fact that it was impossible to bypass their dark magic." She reasoned out and he merely hummed.

"But I’m curious on why you did that..." She trailed off thoughtfully.

"Rama’s order." He said neutrally and she nodded as it made more sense to her.

"But, I don’t understand why I was getting weakened after using my powers, it felt like something was draining my energy out, as if I was dying." She thought out aloud as her brows furrowed.

"Because you were." He blatantly replied, making her eyes go wide with curiosity rather than fear.

"But how? Why was I dying?" She gasped, her nervousness slowly diminishing as she was engrossed in the conversation.

"Your powers had been repressed for too long without a proper mentor on how to wield them, so the moment it was released, it depleted a great amount of your energy." He explained.

"I thought it was only a figment of my imagination when I was in an unconscious state. It felt so unreal but then, he saved me." Malika blurted out.

He groaned in a disgruntled manner as he said "I would have effortlessly done that, but as you’re well aware, their lair is imbued with dark magic, so our powers are useless inside."

She stifled a laughter, noticing the tang of jealousy in his demeanor.

"I wouldn’t doubt that." She muttered with a chuckle as she leaned her head down to hide her blushing face away from the sight of him.

"I’ll be taking my leave now, I need to see R..The queen, she’ll be worried about me." She said as she proceeded to stand up, but his commanding voice made her sit back down.

"She’s not here yet and I can’t afford to lose you out of my sight and put you in another danger while she’s absent, its best if you stay put, right here." His words rippled with a dark energy, it always did but this time it was slightly different as it emitted a lingering trace of possessiveness in a symphony of overprotectiveness.

"Why aren’t they back yet?" She asked, slightly worried but she knew Draco would never let harm come her way, so her worries immediately dissipated into thin air as quickly as it was spurred.

"A little complication, but they’ll be fine." He said in a reassuring, overly confident tone and she nodded, but she was curious on what the complication was that still held them in wherever they were, she only hoped whatever difficulty they were facing was not severe.

"They’ll be fine." He assured her again and she gave him a smile that made her eyes twinkle.

As the air slowly stilled with silence, she could feel a rising friction which made the air sparkle like an undeniable charge, but she could sense it emanating from lord Zamiel, it was weirdly pulling her into a magnifying allure, but she still refused to look, her timid inner goddess could not afford to be heart struck with excitement.

Alone together, she figured right then was the perfect timing to confront him about the enigmatic puzzle between them, it was noticeable even to the very essence of nature that there was some significant friction between them, one that had always been left ignored.

Now was the right time to satisfy her curiosity and finally solve the puzzles.

"Uhm, Lord Zamiel?" She called, her voice slightly strained in uncertainty as she was still oblivious of where to point her questions on or even how to portray it to him.

"Yes?" He answered.

"I have a sort of question which is confusing, but I’m also confused. I mean...." She trailed off as she took a deep exhale, finding it hard to convey her message to him with the right words.

He stared at her as she breathed out in frustration, her lips quivered both in wrecking nervousness as the words failed to form into a proper statement which she desperately yearned to be delivered, but the universe seemed to be against her intellectual ability of forming proper words "Just say it, anyhow you can." He encouraged her with a rather soft voice in comparison to his usual cold one.

She smiled, took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak "You feel...familiar, but at the same time I have no idea who you are anymore."

"I’m yours and you’re mine." He said with the declaration of his claim as he wound his strong arms around her slender waist and slammed his lips on hers, but rather than a firm, possessive kiss, his lips melted into hers with gentle strokes, conveying the proclamation of his claim for her as his eternal possession.