The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 236: In The Shadows

Malika didn’t want to show her fear, but it was impossible for her fragile heart to not have been horrified by his impulsive actions provoked by the nightmare he was in, ultimately caused by his state of vulnerability.

She didn’t understand fully the concept when it came to the dark world of demons nor could she comprehend their demonic essence which was rather more clear to her now after that guttural attack from him. She could still remember the sinister growl as he grabbed her neck, it still made goosebumps manifest on her skin.

The demons had their own demons residing within them, it was one they either fought with or one they accepted.

Arriving in her chambers, she washed up and dressed while waiting around until Zamiel would come to see her as he had promised, but her heart retained a whiff of doubt, especially after seeing his guilt-filled gaze when he looked into her eyes.

The presumption that he might be eaten up by guilt and refrain from showing her his face again made her even more frightened than when he almost squeezed the air out of her tiny lungs, fidgeting with her clothes she paced back and forth the room.

Deciding to calm down and rather occupy her thoughts with something else, she set out to the library to pick up some books and read.

Pushing one side of the towering double doors open with a loud creak, she walked into the lone and shadowy library. Although the air was musty and the library was cold and lonely, devoid of use for a long while, it was regularly cleaned.

Stacks of books filled every space on the shelves stretching up high, almost touching the ceiling. Moving to a shelf, she ran her fingers through the books wrapped in aged leather.

Searching through, she picked a few, of the genre fantasy mixed with a touch of romance. She set to leave and occupy her time with reading while waiting for lord Zamiel, but when she turned around, she immediately came into eye contact with Valerie who was standing by the door, arms folded against her chest.

Her countenance was rather neutral, but it still couldn’t hide the transparent hate gleaming in her eyes.

"Malika, what a nice surprise." She drawled with feigned delight and a rather unnerving smile crawled up her lips.

"Are you stalking me now, Valerie?" Malika queried, displeasure evidently written on her face which she didn’t care to hide, after all she wasn’t a two faced bitch.

"It’s strange to hear someone call me by my name, with no title, only lord Zamiel and the king did." Valerie indicated with a sigh.

"Why are you stalking me Imperial Courtesan?" Malika then said, mockingly.

Valerie scoffed bitterly, obviously displeased by her tone of disrespect and lack of acknowledgment "Did you have a nice night with lord Zamiel?"

"What does it matter to you if I did or not? Isn’t it so obvious that no matter what you do, there’s no longer any place for you in his bed? And respectfully, there wasn’t any place for you in his heart, so why do you keep pushing? You should take the little dignity you hold and just leave, save yourself the shame." Malika pointed out.

The bitter truth she spouted out to the Vampire only made her face contort with rage, her nose practically flaring out smoke.

"You know, you have such a big mouth for such a timid heart." Valerie remarked in a hiss.

"And I don’t regret it one bit, I’ve been hushed my entire life because of degenerates like you who felt high and powerful when trampling on people like me, but then I realized none of you are powerful, you’re only clowns with fragile egos that breaks the moment you hear the truth, rather than the lies others spew to you only because of fear." Malika retorted, maintaining her unwavering gaze on the vampire who was now muted by her.

"You do know I would have ripped your pretty tongue out if lord Zamiel hadn’t come to save you in time, do you? And then, I’d no longer have to listen to any of the nonsense you spew, in fact I wouldn’t be listening to the nonsense you’re spewing right now." Valerie implied as she leaned lazily against the door frame.

"I’d love to see you try that again." Malika said with a calm voice, indifferent to the tension of the situation that was slowly brewing in the air.

Valerie remained silent for a second before she spoke with curiosity flashing in her eyes "What are you again? I don’t think I’ve come across a paranormal being like you, are you a white witch?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"What does it matter to you what I am? The only thing that matters is that I’m stronger and I’ve got more power than you with lord Zamiel as my shield, so if I were you, I’d think twice before trying to do anything stupid, the last being who crossed me ended up decapitated." Malika warned in a neutral tone and a friendly smile as she walked past her, exiting the library while she stood stiffly by the door side unable to move a limb.

As much as she saw deep resentment burning into her eyes, the vampire was unable to do anything, she was well aware she would have to answer to lord Zamiel if she touched his mate, but then again, jealousy and hate brewed together could make one become limitless in their pursuit of murderous intents.

As Malika reached her chambers, she slumped down on the bed with a sigh of exasperation. Picking a book out of the few ones she collected from the library, she started reading and it didn’t take long until the book piqued her interest more than she would have imagined.

It was the story of an elite class girl who had to take on the power and prestige of her family after they had been brutally murdered by their enemies, afterwards she had to navigate the treacherous and perilous path as an Elite while navigating the blossoming feeling in her heart for an enigmatic prince who is rumored to wield dark magic she encounters in the woods.

Fully engrossed more than she would have expected, she abstained from putting the book down for a second as she changed positions on the bed multiple times while she read till the sun dipped below the inky horizon and the moon appeared.

In every passing hour, her eyes would travel to the door, waiting for a knock or a certain someone barging in, so she could finally tear her eyes off the book.

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Unaware of the shadowy presence hidden in the darkness of her balcony, Lord Zamiel, the demon lord of immense power and allure, finds himself captivated by the sight of his beloved mate as he flies to the balcony of her chambers with his magnificent wings outstretched to the world.

His eyes, gleaming like fiery orbs in the darkness, remain fixed upon the window of her chamber. Cloaked in shadows, he stands at the periphery, concealed from mortal view as he observes her from afar.

Zamiel, possessing an otherworldly elegance despite his demonic nature, gazes with a mixture of longing and adoration at his mate. His coal-black wings, massive and membranous, remain tucked behind his muscular frame, a stark contrast to the iridescent silver of his scaled skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.

Malika, a mortal enchantress of rare beauty and grace, sits nestled within the chamber, her golden cascading curls framing a visage that rivals the radiance of the stars. Her slender fingers delicately turn the pages of an ancient book, her enchanting voice murmuring words as she reads.

Through the translucent veil of her window, Zamiel witnesses her every movement, her every expression. His heart, an icy fortress thought to be long forgotten by a demon of his caliber, quickens at the sight of her smile, a smile that could outshine the dawn itself. His chest tightens with a sense of possessiveness and protectiveness, feelings foreign to his kind. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Despite being a demon lord feared by many, Zamiel is undone by the vulnerability and innocence that radiate from his mate. He longs to draw closer, to envelop her in his wings and shield her from the tumultuous world outside her sanctuary. But the barriers between their realms, forged by ancient magics and the laws of their disparate existences, remain insurmountable.

Unable to resist the pull of his devotion, Zamiel’s hand reaches out, as if drawn by an unseen force, to touch the cold surface of the windowpane, a futile attempt to bridge the unyielding divide that separates them.

The soft glow of candlelight flickers within her room, casting intricate patterns across the floor, illuminating the delicate features of his beloved. Her eyes, pools of liquid amber, seem to hold secrets untold, captivating him further, beckoning him closer even as they remain unaware of his presence.

As the night wanes on, Zamiel stands sentinel, a silent guardian to his mate, etching every detail of her existence into the depths of his infernal soul.

With a heavy guilt eaten heart for what he had done to her, he knows that he must retreat into the cold, lonely shadows once more, resigned to the bitter truth that their love may forever be a forbidden dream in the endless tapestry of their worlds.

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