The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 213: A Demon Teaches, An Angel Wields

Malika’s brows furrowed, she was about to say something when he interjected.

"Go to sleep." He said stiffly, not leaving room for any debate. She couldn’t understand why he rejected her advances, they were fated to be eternally bound by the universe, it didn’t make any sense that he would resist her, but she kept quiet about it as he seemed to have his unknown reason.

With a heavy heart and saddened eyes, she turned her back on him and settled to sleep, but instead, she stared at the window as she spaced out.

In her lost state of thinking, he cuddled her from behind in his warm embrace and brushed her golden strands of hair sprawled on the bed with light strokes. The simple gesture made a wistful smile graze her lips as her body relaxed in his hold while she slowly succumbed into slumber.

Dawn broke and as the birds chirped noisily by the window side, she opened her eyes with a yawn, stretching her limbs like a cat. For a minute, she sat up and stared in awe at the burning sun as it stretched its reddish golden hue on the vast lands.

Tilting her head to the side, she noticed lord Zamiel was absent but as her face turned sour, she heard the clinking of boots approaching her. Raising her head up with an impulsive rush, she saw the formidable demon lord walking toward her with a tray of food in his hand, a flush of red grazed her porcelain skin at the sight, for a millisecond, he was like a dutiful husband.

Giving her a half hearted smile that barely reached the edges of both lips, he dropped the tray on the table beside her.

"Good morning lord Zamiel." She greeted with a bow, not wanting to seem disrespectful, after all he was a demon lord and he retained a high status in the kingdom.

"Don’t you think we’re past the formalities now?" He remarked with a faint smirk playing on his lips that disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Oh." Not knowing what to say, she merely nodded and the air was suppressed with silence until she broke it.

"I apologise about last night and my behaviour. I shouldn’t have...thrown myself at you." She blurted out in a low, apologetic tone, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"There’s no need for apologies, I simply didn’t want to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state, I’d rather have you when you’re fully composed." He noted with a slight flicker of desire flashing through his crimson glass orbs, leaving her even more speechless by his blatant remark.

"Eat, get dressed and meet me in the garden." His voice rumbled lowly with an air of authority as he squared his shoulders, his face now etched with seriousness, matching the hardness of his eyes.

"Okay." She nodded with a tiny voice, but she didn’t ask why, even though she was curious.

She watched as he left immediately after he spoke, his broad retreating back disappeared into the corridors as he shut the door behind him. Sighing, she ate her food, got cleaned and dressed up before hauling away to the garden, but she sure did take a good amount of time prepping herself up.

She didn’t want to admit, but she had dressed up fairly above average than a handmaid normally would. Hesitantly, she walked over to the garden, catching sight of Lord Zamiel as he stood with back facing her and arms crossed behind while he stared into the vast expanse of the garden.

A stray thought suddenly flew across her head, it had almost bypassed her, but living in the castle, she was bound to hear news of the kingdom, the castle been the main core of rumors.

"Lord Zamiel." She called, even though she knew he was well aware of her presence.

Mechanically, he turned around. His eyes flickered over her in a second and dark swirls of desires delved into his red irises.

"Yes?"

"Is it true that the Blackthorne kingdom are preparing to attack Voltaire Empire? I also heard they have a powerful relic that could help them." She stated out with inquisitive eyes waiting for answers.

He stayed silent for a moment before responding "The sources haven’t been verified, we’re still investigating but it’s not in your position to worry about that."

"It wasn’t my position to worry about the dark witches either, but somehow I became the center of it." She reasoned out. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Don’t fret about it, for all we know, the Blackthone kingdom may be spewing empty threats, they’re only humans but until my investigations are verified with a keen theory and prudence, I won’t be jumping to conclusions." He implied.

"Don’t you think it’s foolish of them to spew empty threats when it’s obvious the vampire king may see them as a potential threat and come for their blood? They’re not spewing empty threats in my opinion, I believe they truly possess a greater power they could use against us." Malika pointed out with a wary tone and a sense of caution in her words.

"You may be right or wrong, but we’ll find out after my investigations are complete. I planted spies into the kingdom, it’ll be a matter of days before I get some useful information from them." Zamiel said with a nonchalant shrug.

"I fear that a war might be coming soon, but I’m more afraid of the unknown power in their possession." Malika muttered with apparent dread in her eyes as she shuddered.

"There’s no power on earth that Draco cannot defeat except the devil, but I fear for his weakness and his point of vulnerability, his mate." Zamiel hissed out in distaste, he could taste the bitterness on his tongue as he posted those words out.

He knew that one day, she would be the downfall of him, after all he wouldn’t bat an eyelid about giving up everything for her, he dreaded what fate had written for them.

"Would I be your weakness too?" The words just unexpectedly rolled off her lips.

His eyes hardened with ice coating over his glass orbs as he said "You already are."

His tepid reply made a murky chill run down her spine. She was scared, she could feel it, every stomach twisting, skin pricking and acrid tasting sense of fear. Her fingers suddenly sparked with a golden light, snapping her out of her fear as she stared dazed at her fingers.

"I called you here to teach you how to wield your abilities, your pendant is gone so of course your powers are out of control, provoked by your strongest emotions, fear, hate, anger and ecstasy." Zamiel implied as his gaze darted to her fingers.

"How would you teach me how to wield my powers? You’re a demon " She pointed out the obvious.

"We both have powers, the only difference is that we’re on opposite sides or would you want Michael back? Last I heard, you weren’t both on agreeing terms or any terms at all." He remarked with a straight face.

"Alright then." She muttered in defeat.

"Good, now all you have to do is to focus and meditate on the core of your powers, channel your energy on the flowers and feel it course through your veins before releasing it, it’s as simple as it sounds, you only need to focus." Zamiel indicated, his voice a symphony of a hypnotic allure and mellifluous tempo, flowing with the wind as he spoke.

Extending her hand toward the flowers, a golden wisp danced around the edge of her fingers and as the seconds flew, a soft golden glow omitted from her hands to spread onto the flowers, creating a kaleidoscope of colours as the petals danced around the air in a esoteric display of her powers.

Impressed by the display, he gave her a satisfied nod and she giggled happily at her exhibition.

As the days fleeted, Malika learned to wield her powers and with each passing day, her abilities grew stronger while Zamiel guided her through the path of a paranormal being.

It had been fun with Zamiel training her, but she was mostly pleased with the fact that she got to spend more time with him, everyday had been better than the last.

Malika whose laughter now danced like sunlight amid the gloom, for in the past few days, she had discovered the most profound joy in the company of her demon mate, Zamiel.

With eyes that mirror the depths of the night sky and a smile that lights up the dimmest corners of their world, Malika found solace and exhilaration in the simple moments spent alongside lord Zamie.

Her happiness flourished in the most ordinary yet extraordinary of encounters, of a stolen glance between their whispered conversations, their intertwined fingers tracing stories across weathered parchment, and the soft warmth of Zamiel’s embrace shielding her from the world’s uncertainties.

These fleeting moments of joy, where time seems to bend to their whims, created an oasis of contentment in a world sufficed with turmoil. It was in Zamiel’s whispered assurances and Malika’s radiant smile that the tapestry of their shared happiness weaved its most vibrant hues, transcending the boundaries of their disparate origins and lineage.

As they navigate the labyrinthine pathways of their intertwined existence, Malika revels in the newfound bliss that blossoms in her heart, basking in the sheer happiness that emanated from the simple act of being by Zamiel’s side. In his presence, she discovered a happiness that eclipsed the shadows of their fantastical realm, a happiness that resonated with the purest melodies of her soul.

And while she drowned in the sea of happiness merely being by Zamiel’s side, she finally let go of the resentment eating at her heart, the urge for revenge fading into nothingness.

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