The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 254: Don’t Let Her Out

Chapter 254: Don’t Let Her Out

"What?" Zamiel was absolutely bewildered by her sudden change of heart, after she had been adamant about releasing Morwana the previous night, but the evident display of fear in her eyes spoke otherwise, it was as though she had encountered something far beyond her comprehension.

"What happened?" He asked, his eyes retaining a mixture of curiosity and grave seriousness bore into hers reflecting fear and anxiety.

"It’s not what happened, it’s what I felt from Morwana." Malika said as she turned away with a heavy heart of conflicting sensations.

Shutting her eyes as she relived the feel of her dark essence, she turned to look at Zamiel as she continued "No one ever told me, but she’s the goddess of death, isn’t she?" She queried as she shot her inquisitive gaze at him.

He nodded stiffly as he listened attentively while she spoke.

"The moment I touched the coffin where she was imprisoned, I could suddenly feel every single sense from her. It was so dark and cold, she was raging and she wanted vengeance. She wanted to be freed so she could evoke death onto everyone."Malika said as she fidgeted while she interlocked her fingers nervously.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zamiel asked in a bid to persuade her into changing her mind.

"Yes, we can never let her out. You were right last night, the moment she is released into the world, there would be chaos and destruction, it wouldn’t be good for anyone including us." She reasoned out as she rubbed on her arms.

"If we don’t do what Lucifer wants, he’ll... " Zamiel trailed off, his demeanor suddenly shifting to a darker shade as he remembered the devil’s threats.

"The devil is one uncontrollable evil, but releasing Morwana into the world will only be adding another uncontrollable evil, one evil we cannot contain is better than having two evils roaming around. Lucifer obviously wants to use Morwana to somehow get rid of Draco and I’m afraid that if he successfully does, then there will be no one to stand against him. Without Draco, we’ll all be vulnerable, especially Rama." She implied with a grave tone as her brows creased tightly at the apparent possibility that things would go awry the moment Morwana was released from her prison.

"If we don’t, he’ll kill you. You have to let her out and do as he wishes when he comes next time, just do it." Zamiel said with a frigid countenance as his steely gaze locked onto hers.

Sprouting up from the chair, she shrieked out a "No!" Her celestial lineage within her stimulated the confidence to reject the devil’s offer in a bid to protect others from getting hurt, especially Rama even as she was well aware she might get hurt or in the worst-case scenario, die.

"We can’t let her out. You have no idea what she’s capable of, but I do. I felt it, I felt the burning rage and revenge that had consumed her since she was imprisoned for a thousand years, the suppressed hate in her, once released would destroy us all, not even the devil would be able to control her and if he can’t, then we’ll also die and our risks will be in vain." She indicated, her tears choking back the words as they threatened to spill from her eyes.

Standing up, he approached with stiff, yet graceful movements as he spoke "We have to do something Malika, whether or not it works, I can’t watch you die."

Shaking her head, she whispered under her breath "She’s been garnering her energy and turning her hate into power, she’s too strong, I felt it and it was terrifying, I was terrified. Draco won’t be able to withstand his father and Morwena together against him. The world will burn the moment I release her, it’s too dangerous."

"I don’t mind if the world burns as long as you don’t burn with it." He said with a tender voice as affection fleets through his gaze while he caressed her cheeks.

Speechless by his sincerity in protecting her even though it meant endangering everyone else, his words, even though she was at disagreement with, struck a vulnerable string in her heart.

Stretching on her toes, she cupped his chiseled face as she pressed her soft lips against his. His sinewy arms wound around her small waist as she pressed her body against his, feeling the warmth emanating from his body the moment their bodies touched.

As they drowned in their fervent kiss, the world and its sinister problems revolving around them seemed to fade in the blink of an eye.

Their lips meshed smoothly and their warm tongues entwined in perfect harmony as she buries her fingers through his dark locks.

A spark of passion charged through the air with the perfumed scent of titillating desires as the friction between them escalated. The flames of desire streamed itself into their blood, stimulating a heated sensation crawling through their skins.

With rushed and the impulsive coercion of their primal urges, the ripping of clothes brushed through the air until their naked bodies were entwined in an unbreakable latch.

Cradling her in his arms, he positioned her atop him in a straddling position as her slender legs wound around his waist while her back was pressed against the half body sized mirror on the dressing table.

Her breath hitched as it came out in shaky gasps while their heated bodies entangled, and every lingering feel of his hot body on hers elicited a wild flame searing through every inch of her supple skin.

The warmth of his lips on hers while he nibbled the sensitive area of her skin beneath her earlobe or when he swallowed her hardened nipple made her body tremble with a tingling sensation erupting within her.

She grasped his tattoo-inked, sinewy arms, tracing her fingers down to his broad, taut chest down to his rock hard abs, carved from steel itself.

Burying his face in the nook of her neck, he squeezed her breasts with a firm yet gentle grasp as he caressed and fondled them passionately, earning a suppressed gasp of pleasure from her.

"Moan for me angel." He commanded as he whispered with a husky, mind captivating voice into her ear as he squeezed her breasts harder.

Obeying the demon, a pleasure filled moan escaped the Angel’s trembling lips as she closed her eyes subconsciously, while reeling in the state of forbidden pleasure he stirred in her.

Pressing his hard, sculpted frame against her delicate one, she felt his hardened, erect bulge brushing against her belly before he positioned it at the entrance of her wet chamber.

A loud, ecstatic moan erupted from her lips the moment his waist propelled forward and his dick drove into her, crashing against her wet walls with an intensifying pace.

Every thrust sent her reaching the clouds as he stroked her walls, leaving them both in nerve wracking spark flying into their adrenaline filled veins.

Mindless moans flared from her lips to sate the room with the scent of arousal mixed with fiery passion as he stroked her senseless, their hot, naked bodies merging as one.

As his fiery monster filled her aching insides and thrust deeper, he delved into depths that left her drowning in a sea of unparalleled pleasure as their cells sparked in ecstasy.

The sun had disappeared into the clouds to be replaced by the moon after long hours of rounds as they cuddled in bed, their naked bodies rubbing together under the quilt.

Malika could barely feel her legs anymore after the relentless rounds they both had. Even though it wasn’t her first time, she still blushed, her face reddened more than a tomato as she lay her head on his chest.

It was simply comforting being beside him, although it wasn’t entirely gone, but her worries had almost dissolved into thin air.

"I can’t let her out Zamiel, I just can’t." Malika whispered without looking at him.

She felt his chest rise and fall as he sighed drearily, but he didn’t say anything for a few seconds before breaking the silence "Words can not describe the bond we share or my feelings, but I love you."

She smiled and her cheeks reddened harder until he continued "And if I have to force you into releasing Morwana, then I will."

His words suddenly made her jerk her head toward him with widened eyes at his blatant confession to force her into releasing the goddess of darkness. It was apparent he had no care in the world for anyone else but her, but could she blame him? She was his mate after all, the most precious thing to him.

But as she was about to speak, the door suddenly shot open as a figure strut into the room unannounced.

Malika quickly pulled the covers to her neck as she concealed her nakedness but when her gaze narrowed to the person that barged in, her tongue got stuck in her throat "Rama?"

Rama realising the situation, quickly turned her back on them, while closing her eyes as she moved toward the door "I apologise for barging in, I’ll just be outside."

Before they could say anything else, she rushed outside, leaving them to exchange confused glances between themselves.