The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 212: Dead Faith Of An Angel

She was the only being on earth that could make him lose his sense of reason and composure.

He almost stuttered, not expecting to see her in his room in the middle of the night "What are you doing here?"

"I-I don’t know." She whispered in a pained voice as she swallowed hard.

He scrutinized her face, her eyes were slightly swollen with tears reflecting on them, her nose was red, and she seemed to have cried or been crying. Merely seeing her in that state made his face twisted with anger.

"Come in." He offered, gesturing for her to go inside as he opened the door wider.

She looked at his grim face, not aware of what had made him angry, she felt as if she was disturbing. "If I’m disturbing, I’ll just leave." She implied.

His eyes hardened as he said "Come in." with a commanding tone.

Not saying another word she went into the dark room, not a single light was spared inside, only the soft glow of the moon was able to penetrate through the window, as streaks of silvery light bathed the marble floor.

She sat stiffly on the edge of the bed while he hovered around like a sinister sentinel watching over her.

"What’s wrong?" He asked with a soft voice, one that contrasted heavily with his typical gruff one. She wanted to speak, but she just shook her head, not knowing where to start from.

"Why were you crying?" He asked as he crouched down to her level and cupped her face with one hand.

Her eyes which had been darted to her interlocked fingers looked up to his face and she fluttered her lashes as her face contorted with sadness, her lips curving downward mechanically while tears silently erupted from her eye sockets.

"Who hurt you?" He asked, his voice turning dreary.

"Was it Michael?" He hissed in a malicious growl.

She pressed her lips in a thin line before saying "He hurt my mother too, he left her to die in the sinful hands of humans and then abandoned me in their wicked hands, are angels supposed to do that? Aren’t angels supposed to be kind and...compassionate like the stories they’ve always told us as kids? But they were all lies, they’re just as cold and as evil as everyone else, not a single bit kinder or sinless, they don’t care about the impacts of their doings, all they care about is following the rules of a higher power, they’re no different from humans or demons or other paranormal beings. They are all influenced by the same system, it’s just different beings." Her voice cracked with the force of heartache as she choked on her hot tears.

"You’re right love, there is no greater good or greater evil, they’re only greater hearts and you have the biggest heart among all." He remarked with earnest eyes as he caressed her cheeks, but she sprouted up on her feet with her arms crossed over her chest as she paced to the window.

"My heart is different now, I used to have faith in humanity, but my faith in heaven was greater, but I didn’t lose faith in humanity, I lost faith in heaven before I lost my faith in humanity. They don’t deserve my faith or my humanity." She spouted out the words in pure resentment, every word coated in bitterness.

"Malika." Zamiel called, his velvety smooth voice was like the caress of butter running over her skin.

She didn’t turn around, but she could feel his presence hovering behind her and then the warm feel of his hands squeezing her shoulders lightly while he whispered into her ears "No one deserves you, not even I, but mind you never let rage darken your innocent heart, nor should you thirst for revenge, because it will only destroy you like it destroyed the devil."

Veering around, she looked at him with melancholic eyes "It’s already darkened." Her voice echoed in a whisper.

"You have every right to be enraged." He said sternly as his hypnotic gaze bore into hers.

"I do have every right to be angry, angels don’t act like angels and humans have no humanity. Do I want revenge from both the angels and humans? Yes I do, but it’s not only because of my mother, it’s because they’re supposed to be the light of the balance between good and evil."

"And you’re not obliged to have vengeance, it’s impossible to take on every angel and not to talk of the ruler yourself." Zamiel reasoned out.

"They’re supposed to help people in need, not watch the innocent suffer in the most horrendous way and leave them to die. They’re to be blamed just as much as a murderer is if they do nothing but watch, they claim they’re the light of the world and how sinless they are, but their hands are drenched in the blood of the innocents too. They need to pay for their crimes." She stated firmly.

"And how are you going to do that? Huh?"

"I-I don’t know." She stuttered in uncertainty.

"You can’t." He pointed out.

"I may not be powerful enough to defeat them, but there has to be a way to make them..." She trailed off, gnashing her teeth in frustration.

"There is no way, you should let go of the hate or you’ll end up like Lucifer." He warned with heedful eyes.

"I thought being an angel was elating, but it’s not. I feel ashamed to become one of them, what is the purpose of their existence if they cannot save the innocent? Why let them suffer just for them to enjoy in heaven? Why can’t they be happy in both? There’s nothing unfair about having a good life. They make it hard for no reason, that is unfair." She whispered to the air as she spewed out her opinion.

Even though she was burning with hate, she knew he was right. It dawned on her that there was nothing a single half bred angel like her could do to attain her vengeance on the celestial realms.

"You should go to bed, I promise you’ll feel better in the morning." He said in a reassuring tone while he stroked her hair as he pulled her gently toward the bed.

He had never seen her so enraged, her soul filled to the brim with bitterness and resentment, no longer a trace of that timid, demure girl lingered near.

Conforming to his lead, she scampered into the bed and lay beside him, face to face but she couldn’t close her eyes to sleep so she stared at his face, their gazes locked.

She shifted her body closer to him and with slight hesitation, she caressed his face with a delicate touch.

"I wish I could remember us, the memories I erased." She muttered as her fingers trailed lower to his neck and then lower to his bare chest.

She was left in awe feeling the hardness of his muscles underneath his skin. It was simply an astonishing sight, but then her gaze fell back on his lips.

Her body moving with confidence, she leaned against him as she pressed her lips on his. He tucked her hair aside as he melted his lips into her juicy ones.

Thee air crackled with an eerie energy as Zamiel, the formidable demon lord entwined his fate with the half angel. His dark crimson gaze fixated on Malika, an angel of ethereal beauty with an aura of innocence juxtaposed against the sinister surroundings of his aura.

As his arms wound around her slim waist and her hands wrapped around his powerful neck, their embrace held the weight of contrasting worlds, the demon’s imposing stature contrasted with Malika’s delicate celestial frame. As they drew closer, a forbidden intimacy sparked, shrouded in a swirl of conflicting desires.

Their lips met in a tempestuous collision, the passionate union echoing the tumultuous clash between their opposing natures. Zamiel felt the stirring of her angelic allure, an enchantment laced with vulnerability, as she seeked for solace in his embrace amidst her pain.

Yet, in a moment of profound awareness, Zamiel resisted the intoxicating pull of her angelic essence as he struggled to retain his rationality amidst her addictive pull. Despite the ardor that surged between them, a fierce restraint gripped his heart. He recognized her fragile state, the ache she carried within, and he refused to exploit her vulnerability for his own lascivious desires.

With a reluctant but resolute withdrawal, Zamiel gently broke their kiss, his conflicted eyes meeting hers with a depth of understanding and a silent apology. In the dim glow, his demons wrestled with restraint, battling the primal urges that surged within him to taste and devour her.

In the turmoil of their contrasting worlds where darkness and light collided, Zamiel chose a path of unexpected nobility, honoring Malika, by resisting the temptation that entwined their fates, his actions speaking volumes of his unexpected compassion in the realm of chaos and temptation.

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