The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 326: Unraveling Pasts

Chapter 326: Unraveling Pasts

Refraining from delving into his past, Rama smoothly diverted the topic as she asked "Who is Zamiel’s brother?"

Draco sighed in reluctance to respond while Zamiel, nonchalant and unbothered took a sip from his goblet.

Despite Draco’s nonchalance, Zamiel replied with dead eyes peering into hers "He was your fiance before Draco stole you from him."

Rama’s lashes twitched as she stared at them in disbelief "My fiance? How?" She asked in uncertainty, realizing how entangled their connection was and it was indeed a very strange relation.

"How could I steal something that was already mine? Besides, I saved her from a lifetime of regret." He said with a half-hearted smile as he flashed her a wink.

Hesitantly mentioning the words, she spoke out "As he said, his brother is now....working for your father?"

"Yes, and he will be the one to bring him back." Zamiel chipped in with a serious tone that sent chills down her spine.

"Bring him back from where? Is that not also his home? After all, he’s a demon too, isn’t he? And he now has a high ranking, if there’s anything, he’s living quite a lavish life than a tormenting one." Draco noted out.

"I wonder why you’re not living there then." Zamiel remarked, his voice hard and cold.

"Because I’m too valuable for him, Damien isn’t. There’s nothing advantageous the lad can do." Draco implied, his tone coated with an air of pride and arrogance.

"And also, we’re immortal enemies, you seem to have forgotten I killed his mate." Draco added and immediately he spouted out those words, Rama’s eyes narrowed with disbelief, her mouth hanging open as she exchanged glances between the two neutral demon.

The fact that he killed the devil’s mate finally made her understand why they were enemies, but what she couldn’t understand was the reason he killed his own mother, apparently, that seemed like a malignant secret to unravel another day.

Zamiel, staring at him with hollow eyes devoid of light finally remarked "Then you wouldn’t mind if I joined him then, after all I’m not as valuable as you are."

"But you’re valuable to me." Draco mentioned, almost immediately as a devilish grin tore through his face.

Zamiel with an indifferent face sighed without a reaction as he averted his attention on the plate.

After a long, unnerving silence, while Rama quietly munched on her food, Draco finally broke it "I do wonder, would you have betrayed me if you knew of the outcome of the war? It’s crossed my mind and I indeed would love a honest response from you."

Zamiel, slowly and disgruntingly tilted his gaze to look at him from beneath his thick lashes as he carefully placed his cutleries down.

"What do you mean?" Zamiel said.

"You know what I mean, if you had the opportunity, would you have betrayed me to save the life of your little angel?" Draco asked.

Rama confused with the exchange, merely watched and waited in eagerness for Zamiel’s response, but before he could reply, Draco beat him to it as he blurted out "I doubt you wouldn’t if you had known of her fate."

’Her fate’ ’Little angel’ Rama figured it was someone closely related to lord Zamiel or from the assumption of the discussion which she observed, she realized it might have been his lover or perhaps his mate?

While she was lost in thoughts, Zamiel’s voice boomed across the table as he spoke "Of course my loyalty would have been doubtful, it’s my mate we’re talking about and I doubt you wouldn’t do the same for yours."

Draco chuckled softly, the kind of laughter that never reached one’s eyes, dark and shallow not an amused one "You sound just as delusional as your brother."

Rama’s existence halted as she sensed the heavy tension clouding the atmosphere pricking her skin like frost bites, the palpable malevolent energy between the two demons was heavily palpable.

She felt the sudden urge to waltz out of the hall and give them space, but her sense of curiosity was too great for her to miss out of the shared secrets and the bickering between the two of them was deadly but quite entertaining, especially the deathly stares they exchanged.

"Delusional or not, you would have quite done the same, I doubt you’d retain any ounce of rationality when it comes to your mate as so do I." Zamiel implied.

"I was talking about you, not me and despite the fact I would have done the same, you wouldn’t have been able to enact revenge either ways, since you’re no match for me, but your betrayal would most definitely lead to me punishing you." Draco pointed out.

"It still wouldn’t change my mind, either ways, she.." Zamiel trailed off abruptly.

"I would have killed her, in a more vicious way than Lucifer did and you know that, and as for your brother, no one’s bringing him back, he’s getting executed for treason when next I pay Lucifer a visit." Draco drawled cruelly as he emphasized in a low growl.

Rama could barely say a word, there was nothing for her to say other than listen to the declaration he made, meanwhile, Zamiel was rather unfazed, his expression impenetrable to the mortal sight.

"Whether I betrayed you or not, you wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her." Zamiel remarked casually, da fixed with certainty, while totally ignoring the fact that Draco had proclaimed his brother’s execution.

Draco chuckled amusingly at his words, wondering what gave him the confidence alongside her as she wondered the same, as far as she knew, Draco was cruel to whoever wasn’t her.

"I wonder what makes you so confident." He murmured with an amused smile.

"She’s the closest person to her, I doubt she would ever forgive you if you did. She might have forgiven you for killing Dalen, but Malika? Never." Zamiel uttered confidently, before returning his gaze to the food.

As he spoke, Draco’s smile slowly faded to be replaced with a maniacal glint in his eyes.

Meanwhile, immediately the girl’s name was mentioned, Rama felt a sense of familiarity. Her mind whirled in a haze of forgotten memories, struggling to resurface the lost memories of her past.

In a distorted fog, she could picture out a vague, blurry figure amidst a thick fog, situated at the periphery of her mind, struggling to take a step back and recollect the vague yet distant picture.

But then, it all disappeared like mist in the sun, leaving her to clutch onto sand spilling between her fingers.

"Who is Malika to me?" She asked erratically as she her keen eyes ricocheted between them.

"The most important person in your life before Draco came along. He just loves to steal the spotlight, doesn’t he?" Zamiel remarked in a dry sarcastic tone.

Rama’s brows furrowed as she listened to him, a familiar twist in her chest tightened at the revelation that there was once someone significant in her life, yet she had no idea and moreover, she was curious about what happened to her.

Who was she to Zamiel? Where was she? Was she...dead? Or alive but missing? Many pondering thoughts invaded her mind.

"Where is she then?" She queried, her wide curious eyes boring into Zamiel’s intimidating ones with an unwavering gaze as she demanded for an answer.

"During the war...She died." Zamiel announced with a bitterness in his voice and as she heard of the girl’s demise, the pain in her chest intensified, perhaps it was her soul recognizing the loss of the meaningful person in her life she could no longer remember, but the pang of familiarity hit her.

"How? Why did no one save her and left her to die? Did I...watch her die?" Her voice croaked as she spoke, her eyes stinging with tears even though she could no longer remember the person whom her eyes watered for.

"There was nothing you could do, so don’t blame yourself, besides, she has some hope for survival left...maybe." Draco immediately said, clearing the sorrowful air, the last thing he needed was her sulking and being in a bad mood. He needed the journey of her memory retrieval to be purely optimistic.

"What do you mean by she has hope for survival? Isn’t she dead?" She asked in confusion as her brows twitched.

"Well, Zamiel here used a powerful vessel to preserve her body and bring her back to life, but she hasn’t awakened yet." He clarified, but she still looked confused.

"When will she wake up? Are you sure it will bring her back to life?" She queried.

"Yes, love, she’ll be fine hopefully something goes wrong, which hopefully it won’t." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his phrase.

"Huh? Hopefully doesn’t sound very certain to me, is there a chance she might survive or not? I need a definite response." Rama pointed out in impatience.

"We’re not entirely sure, but we’re being hopeful." Zamiel remarked with a straight face.

Rama sighed in disappointment "Where is she?"

"It’s best if you see her, it might help jog your memories." Draco suggested.

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