The Devil's Warrior Queen-Chapter 251: The Devil’s Allegiance

"Damien?" Zamiel called out in a startle-filled tone, his brows furrowed in displeasure at the sight before him, but amidst all confusion was etched on his usually blank face.

"I was there for him in his time of need, I showed him the way, he no longer has a weakness to come in the way of his goal." Lucifer’s voice reverberated through the dark air as he spoke while approaching Damien to stand beside him.

"What have you done to him?" Zamiel growled darkly, making the air ripple with danger.

"I have done nothing. Demons like him are special, fated to have no mates, no weaknesses and no vulnerabilities. If only you could see the future he sees, you’d stop this vain search for hope and love." Lucifer implied with a persuasive tone that seemed to ensnare one into the path of darkness, tapping into his infernal lineage burning within him, but his resolve lay strong and unshaken by his dark promises.

"You took advantage of him in his vulnerable moment!" Zamiel hissed.

"And where were you in his vulnerable moment?" Lucifer drawled darkly, his smoldering eyes peering at him with an intensity that made guilt fester rapidly in his heart.

Whipping his head toward Damien, he ignored his words as he extended his hand to Damien who had been oddly quiet since his arrival. His usual cheery demeanor was now replaced with a cold, impassive one, not a whiff of emotion could be detected from him.

"Damien, come with me. There’s nothing here for you." Zamiel said persuasively with stern eyes.

"There’s nothing for me out there either, Draco made sure of that." Damien spoke with a chilling hardness in his tone, his crimson eyes retaining a feral intensity sliced through the air subdued with darkness and malignance.

"Rama is his mate, she was never yours to begin with." Zamiel pointed out.

"I fell in love first, I helped her and treated her with kindness and love, still yet she chose him over me? The demon who treated her with spite and took everything away from her? And then, they left me in the dark. I seek vengeance and vengeance I shall find, I’ll make them feel what they made me feel, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil." Damien proclaimed firmly as he seemed with unmatched rage.

"Still, it never mattered what he did or what you did. Her fate was already designed as his mate and there is nothing you or anyone can do about it. Vengeance will not serve you solace or any sense of comfort, it will only poison you from the inside out, until you end up like him, trapped in his own darkness and unloved for the rest of eternity." Zamiel remarked, his tone was flat but the grave solemnity lingered in every word he spoke, but Damien seemed unyielding to his words.

His mind had already been darkened with corrupted lies from the rotten tongue of the devil, his heart had been imbued with the bitterness of vengeance cramming every inch until there was no warmth left and his soul had been overcast with the shadow of untamed darkness as he tapped into his demonic nature, leaving no room for his past self to linger near, every trace of the warm, cheery vampire lord Damien dissipated into thin air, lost to the fallacy and dark promises of the devil’s world as he treads down the path of damnation with him.

With eyes aflame, Zamiel stood facing his younger brother, Damien, whose countenance bore the burden of a soul torn asunder.

The room echoed with a foreboding silence broken only by the distant crackling of the fire pits that dotted the perimeter. Zamiel, adorned in dark, ornate robes that billowed around him like a cloak of night, paced with a sense of urgency as he sought to dissuade Damien from the path of malevolence.

"Damien," Zamiel implored in a voice tinged with both desperation and concern, "you must heed my words. Lucifer manipulates your anger, wielding it as a weapon to further his nefarious designs."

Damien, his features etched with the pain of betrayal and loss, glared defiantly at his older brother. "You know nothing of my pain, Zamiel," he retorted bitterly, his voice trembling with an undercurrent of resentment. "Lucifer offers me retribution, a chance to avenge the injustice upon me by Draco. How can you ask me to turn away?"

Zamiel’s expression softened, his fiery gaze momentarily flickering with sorrow. "I understand your anguish, brother," he said, reaching out as if to console Damien, but the younger demon recoiled, shunning the offered solace.

"You understand nothing!" Damien spat, his voice rising in anguish. "Only I understand the misery he plunged me into, he deserves to suffer as much as I do, he deserves to feel the way I felt. Lucifer’s promise of power, of granting me the vengeance I seem, is the only solace I have."

Zamiel’s brow furrowed in anguish as he struggled to reason with his brother. "But at what cost, Damien? Do not allow your pain to blind you to the darkness consuming your soul. Lucifer preys upon your grief, using it as a tool to enslave you to his will."

Damien’s eyes blazed with a fervent resolve, his shoulders squared in defiance. "I will not be swayed by your words, Zamiel," he declared adamantly. "The time for redemption has long passed. I will embrace the power Lucifer offers and forge my own destiny."

A heavy silence descended upon the chamber, suffocating in its weight as the rift between the brothers widened. Zamiel, consumed by despair at the prospect of losing Damien to the clutches of malevolence, lowered his gaze in agitation but not resignation.

Dropping his gaze on him with a fiery determination to unshackle his brother from the claws of the devil, he spoke "Damien, come with me. If you choose vengeance, you’ll not only put Draco in danger, but all of us. Rama will be in grave danger, as well as me and the kingdom, people will die, there will be nothing but chaos unleashed onto us once Draco is gone."

But Damien’s resolve remained unyielding, his eyes smoldering with a fire fueled by his thirst for retribution. "I have chosen my path, brother," he retorted, his voice a chilling echo slicing through the tension-laden air. "The devil’s ways are my own now, and I shall carve my destiny with the blade of vengeance."

The Devil, a majestic figure draped in obsidian robes that swirled like the night sky, observed the exchange with a sinister satisfaction. His voice, a symphony of temptation woven with silken malice, slithered into the realm of their discourse. "Ah, dear Zamiel," Lucifer’s words dripped like honey laced with venom, "such a pity to see your futile attempts at redemption. Your brother has embraced the darkness willingly, and his allegiance is mine to command."

Zamiel’s spirit trembled with inner turmoil, torn between his allegiance to his brother and the relentless urge to thwart Lucifer’s malevolent machinations. The weight of responsibility hung heavy on his shoulders, a burden amplified by the knowledge of the impending doom should Damien succumb fully to the devil’s embrace.

As the echoes of their clash reverberated through the chamber, the air crackled with an ethereal energy, charged with an impending cataclysm. Zamiel, grappling with emotions that thundered within him like a tempest, cast one final beseeching gaze at Damien before retreating into the shadows, leaving the Throne Room consumed by a haunting silence.

Alone amidst the malevolent splendor of the Devil’s Throne Room, Damien stood resolute, torn between vengeance and the faint echo of his brother’s pleas, while Zamiel retreated, haunted by the anguish of a bond shattered by the allure of the devil’s ways.

As Zamiel manifested back into the earthly domain, he struggled with the contradicting turmoil within him. His mind had never been in a state of frenzy until then. The devil was as cunning and tricky as ever, he had effortlessly swayed Damien while he was at his lowest, poisoning his heart and mind with the venom of revenge.

First he had managed to corrupt Malika’s life mind, manipulating her to consider his menacing offer and do his will using her desires against her, making her commit an act of treason, not only against Draco but against Rama, her only family.

And now, he was not excluded from Lucifer’s manipulative schemes. He had used his mate’s life as his vulnerable point against him, leaving him with no other option but to betray Draco, a betrayal that would either cost his head or save his mate.

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Turning around, he saw her walking toward him as she swayed seductively, but his flaring eyes only saw red at that moment as rage consumed his being.

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"You should have left." He growled in a low, guttural voice beneath his breath, as he grabbed her by the neck and before another word could roll off her tongue, his hand pummeled into her chest as he ripped her heart out with a bestial ferocity gleaming in his red eyes.

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