The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 90: Deal With The Devil

Chapter 90: Deal With The Devil

"It won’t be any fun if I just granted you her freedom without something in return, how about... The wedding should commence within two weeks. I’ll let her go if you manage to mark her before then." A devilish grin split his lips open after he spoke, while Damien retained a grim expression, his face darkening in every second.

"You claim hatred towards your father, yet you act exactly like him!" Damien spouted between gritted teeth, as he pinched between his furrowed brows in frustration.

"what do you expect? After all, I’m the devil’s son." He drawled, an ominous intensity hanging on his words.

"I haven’t proposed yet and don’t you think two weeks is barely enough?" Damien snarled as he sprouted up on his feet, anger rippling in his glowing red eyes as he clenched his fists into a tight ball.

"A wedding can be prepared within a day in the castle." Draco breathed out neutrally.

"I’m not talking about the wedding! The mark! She may not be willing to turn into a vampire that soon, you know how strongheaded she is." Damien said with a grim tone.

"The mark educes the transformation, you don’t need to change her, only mark her for the meantime." Draco voiced out, plunging the place into intensifying silence.

The bond bite was only a mark to bind two souls together, it couldn’t be compelled as the two beings needed to be willing, emotionally, physically and psychologically, most importantly, their souls connecting as one.

It didn’t literally transform a human into a vampire with the bite, it rather elicited the next phase for transformation to be possible as the two souls entwined into one.

The next phase of the transformation after the marking was the rebirth, which involved killing off the physical form of the human to stimulate rebirth as a night creature.

"If you fail, I’ll bind her to me with the mark of ownership for all of eternity." Draco drawled, his crimson eyes glinting with malevolence as a dark grin tore through his lips.

Damien’s nose flared with rage, all trace of the charming lord dissipated into thin air, as he looked no less than a demon who crawled out of hell.

"Why on earth would you do that? You don’t even love her!" Damien growled, his dark voice reverberating in the room, making the air ripple with melancholy.

"You’re right, I don’t."

"Then why the hell are you marking her?" Damien roared, frustration hanging on his voice.

"Her body, mind and soul belongs to me." He said with a low voice, his tone demanding authority.

He didn’t want her captive, he wanted her body, mind and soul captive, he wanted her to be his possession with the seal of ownership. Was it obsession? He didn’t care, he wanted it, he would have it irrespective of the outcomes.

"You’re only repeating history, but it seems you have forgotten how it ends." Damien remarked in a solemn tone, his countenance turning grave.

"Is it a deal or not?" Draco shot at him in impatience, as he ignored his statement.

"I don’t have a choice now, do I? If I refuse to make this deal with you, you won’t let her go anyway." Damien reasoned out, earning a sarcastic smirk to play on Draco’s lips.

"You claimed you could easily sway her with your charms, yet you’re doubtful of marking her within two weeks." Draco stated out blatantly.

"I’m not doubtful, she’s just hard." Damien gritted unnervingly.

He shot Draco a long glare, his jaws ticked before stomping out of the room.

A long sigh escaped Draco’s lips as he leaned against the chair, he stared out into space thoughtfully and then muttered under his breath. A slow dark grin tore through his lips.

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{At Lord Damien’s Manor}

Rama pinched between her furrowed brows. She wondered how this sweet, innocent soul got entangled into the dark webs of lord Zamiel, how did he lure her into his darkness?

It was a symphony of light and darkness, a heavy contrast to one another, yet somehow, the light had accepted the darkness, merging into one.

Most importantly, she wondered if he reciprocated her feelings, having been close with Malika all her life, she knew the girl was too timid to confess to a creature whose presence exuded intimidation and darkness, so it was safe to assume not.

"You said you’d be considerate about my choices." Malika finally spoke.

Rama nodded, letting out a sigh as she regained her composure, her countenance becoming thoughtful, but still wary.

"Does he feel the same way?" Rama asked, displeasure evident in her eyes.

Malika hesitated before replying "I-I don’t know."

Rama eyed her skeptically with a slight tug at her eyebrow.

"What do you mean you don’t know?" She queried with a flat tone.

"How would I know?" Malika asked back.

"Well, did you confess to him?" Rama interrogated.

"Of course not, It’s mortifying." Malika said with a slight shudder.

"Right, well then is there anything else I should know?" Rama asked with a stern expression.

Malika gulped softly, weighing the outcome of her words if she were to tell Rama about the orb and her unparalleled fate, but she eventually made a choice to tell her, no more secrets.

She gulped softly, earning a twisted look on Rama’s face as she realized the girl wasn’t done spilling the beans.

"You remember when we escorted the vampire lords hunting?" Her voice came out low.

"Yes." Rama said swiftly, urging her to proceed.

"Well, when I and lord Zamiel took a route inside the cave, we came across a witch’s orb." Malika said, hesitating for a while as Rama pinned her under her firm gaze.

"The orb displayed a scene of I and lord Zamiel together." Malika said, her voice trembling in between her words.

"What do you mean?" Rama queried as her mind fell into disarray.

"It portrayed our future and then he tried to compel me to forget, because..." Malika trailed off, tears stinging her amber eyes as she croaked on her words.

She wasn’t on the verge of spilling tears because of lord Zamiel compelling her, she wanted to cry because she had lied to Rama, the only person she could lean on in the cruel world, but mostly because her future with lord Zamiel was hanging on a thin thread, almost inconceivable and she never knew her yearning could be so strong.

"Because he repulses humans." Rama scoffed.

"No, he was trying to protect me." Malika said with a small voice as she fiddled with her skirt.

"Protect you from what?" Rama queried in confusion.

"His demons." Malika breathed out in a whisper that seemed to defy the serenity of her aura.

Rama’s brows furrowed tightly at her remark.

"I’m not in support of this liaison between you and lord Zamiel if ever one transpires, but I’ll respect your choices nevertheless." Rama said stiffly, as if the words she was spitting out were abominable.

Malika fell dumbstruck with her remark, unable to fully believe what Rama had just spouted.

"You will?" Malika blurted out with a stricken face.

"I’ll warn you to be cautious and mindful, the path to the future is tricky and twisted, it doesn’t always seem as easy as you look. Unforeseen dangers are always lurking around creatures like them, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt." Rama warned with a grave look, every word rolling off her lips retained a heedful underlying meaning.

But still, Malika’s longing spurred by her innocence and naivety defied all reason and caution, making her words unable to process into her head. He had made her heart flutter like a thousand butterfly wings and drawn her into an entrapment of his dark charms.

"I understand, I’ll be careful." Malika said with a small smile curving her lips up.

"They’re creatures of the dark and they devour souls like yours. Innocent, young and naive." Rama said in a mutter as she caressed her cheek with sisterly affection.

"I’ll be fine, I promise." Malika said with a smile.

Rama had handled it quite unexpectedly, rather than she had imagined. It was a rather docile reaction in contrast to her usual self even though there was clear displeasure in her countenance.

"Don’t tell me, show me. I’m trusting you to handle yourself even though you’re not capable of doing so." Rama stated sternly.

"I’ll show you that I’m capable of handling myself and I’m not just a naive little girl." Malika said.

"Gullible too." Rama added in and they both snorted out a laughter.

"Lord Damien left early, I thought he wanted to spend time with you." Malika inquired.

"He had somewhere to be." Rama said nonchalantly.

"Come on, let’s take a stroll outside." Rama said, as she interlocked arms with her, while tugging her gently towards the entrance doors.

They emerged outside, having small conversations within themselves as Rama taught her the etiquette of a lady, being prim

and proper, but it mostly revolved around the night creatures.

Time fleeted as they conversed in boredom, they had lunch together, while Rama taught her the right manners to use the cutleries.

They explored the garden, took a tour round the manor and soon, darkness loomed over the land. Malika soon kissed the world goodnight as she retired to bed, while Rama resigned to her chambers.

She changed into her nightdress. It was a comfortable loose, long sleeve silk dress draped over her to stop on her ankle. She put her hair down to fall over her shoulders, before proceeding to bed.

As soon as she slumped down on the bed, a soft knock made her mechanically jerk up. She opened the door with curious eyes which met Damien’s crimson ones.

She immediately knew the reason for his appearance, she almost forgot about their picnic, but she couldn’t understand why his face was rather dark in comparison to his cheerful mood.

Her face immediately fell with a grave look when she recalled he had gone to see Draco. It was undoubtedly bad news.