The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 249: Deal Of A Lifetime

"What do you mean by we don’t have much time left, Malika?" His face was distorted into a repulsive frown, but his voice was indifferent as he spoke softly.

"He gave me time to think about accepting his offer and apparently, the next time he comes, I’ll have to make my choice." She said, her voice coming out in a faint whisper.

"There’s no choice, only lies." He hissed as he ran his fingers violently through his hazel strands in exasperation.

He was greatly disturbed and enraged by Lucifer’s encounter with his mate, but amidst all the inner turmoil he was challenging, he seemed rather composed and clear headed.

"But if we don’t, we have no idea what he would do to us, he’s afraid of his son because his powers matches his, but neither of us holds a candle against him, he wouldn’t hesitate in wiping us out of the face of the earth, he promised he would if I didn’t accept his offer, there is no choice." Malika pointed out with shallow breaths escaping her lips as she panicked with a dreadful expression on her face.

"Accepting his offer isn’t any different from what you’re saying Malika, he’s only using your fear against you, he’s trying to manipulate you with your desires, open your eyes so you can see that." He implied with a stern resolve, although his heart wavered slightly at the temptation of the devil’s offer.

True he would grant them freedom, but he was in no way ignorant of what would come to be afterwards. The devil’s offer was always a trick.

"I can’t do nothing and wait around for him to come back and punish us if I reject his offer, it’s something I have to do for the both of us." She said, her eyes pleading for him to agree as she moves toward him and wraps her hand around his arm.

"If you accept his offer, you’d be releasing Morwana into the world." Zamiel disclosed to her in a grave tone.

Her brows knitted together in confusion as she asks "Who is Morwana."

Sighing in sobriety, he replies "She’s the goddess of death, the entity that Draco kept imprisoned in his chambers and the only being in the world after Lucifer who is almost equal to Draco in terms of strength, she’s one of his weaknesses."

Malika gasped in shock, it was a revelation she wasn’t expecting to hear and she swallowed hard at the risk that she had been planning to take.

"He wants me to release her to weaken Draco." Malika pointed out as she murmured to herself beneath her breath. The fact that she was coerced into releasing the goddess of death which was a potential threat to Draco made it more difficult to carry out.

"And if you release Draco what do you think would happen? The destruction and chaos she will cause the moment she is freed is unimaginable and her being immortal makes her almost unstoppable." Zamiel indicated.

"He promised he would put an end to her once he’s used her..." She trailed off after realizing what he wanted to use her for.

"What do you think will happen when Draco is weakened? Rama will be vulnerable to danger and let’s not even talk about what happens when Draco’s mate dies, he wouldn’t hesitate to snap your neck and then the world? Lethal destruction." He remarked, his grave words matching the intensity of his eyes as he bore his gaze into hers, but nothing he seemed to say could change her mind.

"He said no physical harm would come to them." She blurted out as she turned her back on him, unable to look him in the eye any longer.

All she could think about was their safety and she would do anything possible to retain it, but then there were the risks and dangerous path to tread, she was torn, confused and in dismay of what path to take, but every word that had rolled out of the devil’s mouth kept her on her toes.

"Malika." He called but she refused to respond.

"If Draco finds out, your head will be served on a platter and you very well know I’m not strong enough to stop him, think twice about accepting the devil’s offer." Zamiel said, but she gave out no reaction until she heard the huffing of his feet as he exited the chamber and the soft thud of the door closing behind.

Zamiel’s affection for her was a rare treasure, a flickering ember in the abyss of his existence, the only light in his otherwise shadowed realm.

But the devil, an entity of cunning persuasion and treacherous promises, had woven a seductive tapestry of temptations, ones that now threatened to sever the bond between them. The devil’s whispers echoed through the corridors of his mind, a siren’s call promising wealth, power, and dominion over realms yet unseen.

The temptation to be swayed by his offer fleeted through his head once or twice but Zamiel’s fear and disturbance were not for himself, but for Malika. His heart trembled at the prospect of her succumbing to the devil’s honeyed words, of her turning away from the sanctity of their love for the lure of the forbidden fruits promised by the devil’s treacherous pact.

He knew the weight of the devil’s offers, the tantalizing sway of promises unbound by morality. But Zamiel also knew the tender intricacies of Malika’s soul, the purity that dwelled within her, untainted by the darkness that surrounded them. He feared that her innocence would be ensnared by the devil’s deceit, her ethereal spirit corrupted by the allure of power and temptation.

His eyes, once filled with the fierce determination of a demon, now mirrored the flickering uncertainty of a soul tormented by the fear of losing the one he loved most.

Soaring through the dark night skies, he sought solace in the whispers of the ancient winds as he arrived at the cliff of a mountain desperately searching for a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Every effort he made, every protective spell he cast, felt feeble against the devil’s relentless pursuit of Malika’s soul.

Zamiel’s anguish manifested in restless nights haunted by visions of a world without Malika, a desolate existence devoid of the radiant light she brought into his life. His wings, once a symbol of his formidable prowess, now felt heavy with the burden of his inner turmoil.

He had tried to persuade Malika, trying to shield her from the devil’s enchantments. Yet, his words seemed frail in comparison to the devil’s beguiling promises, leaving him haunted by the looming possibility of losing her to the abyss of temptation.

Meanwhile, Malika wrestled with a profound inner turmoil in her chambers.

She crouched down as she sat on the floor and as her mood turned sour, her delicate wings bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, stretched slightly against her will as it manifested from her back, echoing her inner conflict as if comforting her in her moment of despair.

Her mind was consumed by a decision hanging precariously in the balance, whether to heed the counsel of Zamiel, and reject the tempting offer from Lucifer or succumb to the irresistible allure of the devil’s proposal.

Her celestial heritage, reflected in her radiant aura and serene countenance, clashed with the tumultuous storm swirling within her. The choice she faced, seemingly straightforward yet profoundly complex, had cast a shadow over her usually composed demeanor.

Zamiel had warned her vehemently against engaging with Lucifer, emphasizing on the perils and deception woven within his enticing propositions.

His words echoed in her mind, resonating with a raw intensity that tugged at her conscience. Yet, the allure of Lucifer’s offer, promising power and fulfillment of desires she dared not acknowledge, enticed her with an irresistible magnetism.

The conflict within Malika, torn between her celestial virtue and the tempting promises, played out in the subtle shifts of her demeanor.

Her angelic half yearned for righteousness and the preservation of cosmic harmony, while the whispers of temptation, fueled by Zamiel’s own nature, seduced her with promises of grandeur and earthly desires of her heart fulfilled.

As her mind paced on the conflicting thoughts, the flickering candlelight cast intricate patterns on the walls as Malika’s wings twitched nervously, reflecting her internal struggle.

The weight of the decision bore down upon her, intensifying the rift within her soul. On one hand, the warnings from Zamiel urged her to resist the temptations of Lucifer, cautioning against the darkness that lurked within the deal. On the other, the fiery passion ignited by Lucifer’s persuasive words and her own secret desires tugged at her, urging her to embrace the offer and revel in the potential it promised.

Malika’s heart raced with uncertainty, her thoughts spinning in a chaotic whirlwind. She felt torn between two worlds, each pulling at her essence with an unyielding force. Her innate sense of duty warred with the tantalizing prospect of power and fulfillment.

Unable to find solace within the confines of her opulent chamber, Malika collapsed onto a velvet chaise, her breaths coming in rapid succession. The conflict etched itself upon her countenance, manifesting in furrowed brows and quivering lips. Her eyes, usually pools of serene determination, now betrayed a mixture of distress and longing.

In this moment of profound turmoil, the distant echoes of Zamiel’s caution clashed with the seductive whispers of Lucifer’s promises, leaving Malika agitated and torn. The weight of her decision bore heavily upon her delicate shoulders as she grappled with the choice that could alter the course of her existence.

She was torn between the decision to embrace virtue or succumb to temptation, but moreover to her, it was a deal of a lifetime, one that only came once.

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