The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 314: Dark Secret

Chapter 314: Dark Secret

She scoffed, turning her face away as she rolled her eyes at his prideful behavior. She was at a loss for words, this man was a strange breed of human or rather demon.

He was annoyingly blatant and egoistic, but weirdly, beneath all his flaws, something was puzzling that drew her to him, turning her blind to his flaws.

Perhaps it was the look of adoration in his eyes whenever he glanced at her, the way the flames in his eyes would come alive and burn fiercely like the sun, luring her to the passionate blazing inferno within those orbs.

Or perhaps it was his smile, the wistful smile he gave to her whenever he stole glances. The sense of nostalgia and warmth in his smile never went unnoticed and it emitted a sense of security in her.

And now, while she thought about it, he gave her a fond smile in the silence, devoid of the usual mischief or pride, it was purely affectionate and it left her flustered as she meekly looked down at her interlocking fingers, with a blush creeping over her cheeks.

"Could you uhm..tell me about yourself?" She blurted out, trying to stir a conversation in the awkward silence and also, get to know him better.

For a split second, his eyes darkened "I already told you in the past, but since you lost your memories, then what do you want to know?"

"Everything about your existence. Why are you cruel to everyone else? Do you have the slightest pinch of compassion in you?" She released her inner curiosity.

"Why do you think the devil is cruel?" He questioned her back, his eyes stern and unwavering as it pierced into hers.

"I have no idea, perhaps revenge?" She shrugged in uncertainty as she mumbled.

"He was once an angel, pure and holy but then, how did such a pure and holy being turn to the darkness in the first place? Where did that darkness come from to poison such a purified heart?" Draco queried rhetorically. "It came from within him, everyone has a darkness in them. Some conceal it, others wield it." He added in.

"Are you trying to tell me that you are cruel and evil because your father is?" She remarked.

"Once he let the darkness consume him whole, there wasn’t any light left in him, it died with his past self. He became the darkness and embodiment of infinite evil." Draco intoned, his voice heavy with melancholy as he spoke, like an old wise man speaking tales of a dark lore.

"Your lineage may be of darkness, it doesn’t mean you have to live up to it, besides you hate your father, you could be different, I’m sure there’s a compassion and kindness in you yet to explore." Rama intoned with a hopeful voice.

A low, dark chuckle reverberated from under his breath as she spoke, revealing his pearly white teeth with a glimpse of elongated canines poking out. For a second there, her intrusive thoughts imagined him biting her.

"Do you want to see my true form? I’d love for you to find the light in me." He drawled as he leaned closer to her, making her hold her breath in nervousness as his blazing eyes reflected into hers.

"What is your true form?" She muttered under her hitched breath in apprehension and suspense.

"See for yourself." He stood straight, shoulders squared and within the next heartbeat, an eerie change took over the vicinity, even the air rippled with dread as he underwent the demonic change.

Rama clutched her skirt as she watched with widening eyes, paralyzed by the potent blend of fear and fascination as he undergone the otherworldly change.

A foreboding energy emanated from Draco, causing the very air around him to quiver with an unnatural tension.

His once vibrant aura, tinged with shades of crimson and ebony, began to morph into something far more ominous. The change manifested in a slow, creeping manner, like an insidious whisper weaving through the fabric of reality.

As if an unholy symphony had begun, tendrils of darkness slithered across Draco’s skin, intertwining like serpentine vines.

These ebony veins pulsed with an unholy life force, a stark contrast to the paleness of his original complexion. The garden seemed to darken further as if unable to withstand the weight of the demonic transformation occurring within its confines.

Draco’s eyes, once burning with ember-like intensity, now underwent a sinister metamorphosis.

The fiery hues dimmed, leaving only an abyss of pitch-black where the flames once danced. The whites of his eyes mirrored this profound change, surrendering to the all-encompassing darkness that consumed them.

It was as if the very essence of malevolence had taken residence in his gaze, a reflection of the infernal heritage coursing through his veins. The air around him slithered with darkness that hung on his sillhouette.

Rama, watched with a mixture of trepidation and awe. Her heart pounded within her chest, echoing the disquiet that permeated the air.

The silhouette of her figure cast a fragile shadow against the stone walls as she witnessed the man she was supposedly mated to succumb to the demonic forces that coursed through his being.

She could feel the change in the air, an intangible shift that sent adrenaline rushing into her veins. Rama’s eyes, wide with a mix of fear and a strange fascination, never wavered from Draco’s transforming form.

Her breath caught in her throat as she grappled with the unsettling beauty of the scene unfolding before her, an unholy ballet of darkness and despair.

Rama, unable to tear her eyes away from him, watched with trepidation hung heavily on her chest. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as a frigid chill ran down her spine.

Her lips slightly parted in stupefaction and horror, although she was bracing herself for the most horrific possible outcome of him turning into a demonic creature, the nonphysical, but discernable change in him was terrifying.

She stiffened in position, not wanting to show her fear, as she kept her eyes on him. She grappled with the challenge of concealing her deep-seated fear as Draco, underwent the startling transformation into his formidable demon form.

The air was thick with tension as Rama’s heart raced, but she stood firm, determined not to reveal the fear that threatened to consume her.

Rama’s gaze remained fixed on him, her features schooled into an expression of stoicism. She couldn’t let him see the trepidation that clawed at her insides. Oddly, she refrained from proving him right by suppressing her fear, but inwardly, she also didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

As Draco’s transformation progressed, the very air seemed to quiver. Rama could feel the intensity of his demonic aura, a force that both awed and terrified her.

Despite her best efforts, a bead of sweat formed on her forehead, betraying the inner turmoil she sought to conceal. She silently chided herself, realizing that any sign of weakness could be exploited by him to prove his theory right, oddly, she wanted to prove him wrong, that she could see a flicker of light within him.

The garden echoed with the guttural sounds of Draco’s transformation. His once-human features contorted into something otherworldly, yet his eyes retained a glimmer of recognition. Rama clutched her gown, it felt cool against her trembling fingers, a stark contrast to the heat that emanated from Draco’s demonic form.

As the final stages of the transformation unfolded, Rama’s resolve wavered. The very essence of Draco seemed to be at odds with the man she had come to be drawn to.

His demon form towered over her, a dark silhouette against the dim light. Rama felt a shiver run down her spine, but she bit her lip, determined not to let fear manifest in her eyes.

Draco turned towards her, his gaze piercing through the dimness. Rama met his eyes, her own a reflection of the struggle within. She couldn’t let him see her fear, not now. Their world was one of constant peril, where vulnerability was a luxury she couldn’t afford. In the face of the demonic force before her, Rama summoned the strength to stand her ground.

The garden seemed to contract with the intensity of Draco’s presence. Shadows danced on the stone floor, mirroring the conflict within Rama’s heart. Draco’s demonic eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she glimpsed a flicker of understanding. He, too, grappled with the duality of his existence.

A low growl emanated from Draco’s demon form, resonating with the primal echoes of their world. Rama fought to keep her composure as the sound reverberated through the air.

Sweat trickled down her temple, a testament to the internal struggle she waged against her own fear. She steeled herself, despite the clawing hands of dread.

In a sudden burst of movement, Draco’s wings unfurled, casting an imposing shadow that seemed to stretch across the stone walls.

Rama’s eyes widened, but she forced herself to stand tall. As Draco completed his transformation, the room fell into an uneasy silence.

Rama and Draco locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. In that moment, Rama realized that concealing her fear wasn’t about denying vulnerability but embracing it. She couldn’t erase the fear, but she could choose not to let it control her.