Chapter 2: Beginning Conflict
After several days meeting with Khalid, Rachma always cannot wait for their next meeting, like a child she cannot wait to meet Khalid to share her daily activity, ask question and learn more about Islam.
"My dear friend," Rachma whispered softly one evening as sunset painted the sky in shades of crimson and gold, "please, tell me about yourself . Where did you come from? How did you know so much about Islam?"
Khalid gazed up at the fading light of the setting sun, his face obscured beneath the shadows cast by his hood. He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I hail from a distant land, a place beyond the veil of time and space. I journeyed here to help you" he finally spoke.
"And as for my knowledge of Islam—" Khalid paused, glancing down at the ground. "Are you ready to really know who am I? I hope you are not afraid to me"
, Khalid asked Rachma.
Rachma smiled gently, a strange mix of fear and excitement rippling through her veins. "I trust you, Khalid."
He reached out, gently placing both hands on her shoulders. "You must promise me you won't reveal anything I tell you to anyone—not even your beloved husband."
She nodded silently, her breath catching in her throat.
With a sigh, Khalid removed his hood, revealing a shock of white hair and an ethereal glow surrounding his form. "I am no ordinary mortal, Rachma. In truth, I am Samael, the Demon King, or most Muslim like you know me as Satan" he confessed quietly, gazing at her intensely. "I have deep understanding about Islam and Quran because it was me that always mentioned in the Quran, yes I am the Devil. I am the one who promised to Allah to seduce human until the end of the world, to disobey Allah's law and become my followers," Samael admitted, his voice echoing in the silence with a chilling effect.
Queen Rachma stared at him, disbelief swirling behind her eyes. "What are you saying?" Her voice quivered, barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
Samael sighed heavily, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Don't be afraid," he murmured, his fingers lingering just a bit too long. "I didn't come here to harm you. instead, I want to show you the wonders of our world," Samael said, his tone earnest. "I want to show you the beauty of life lived without boundaries."
Rachma swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She was torn between her loyalty to her religion and her fascination with the forbidden.
"Let me prove myself to you, Rachma," Samael continued, his voice low and sultry. "Let me introduce you to the pleasures that await you if you open your heart to me."
Samael leaned in close, his breath tickling Rachma's skin with a scent of musk and smoke. "There's a whole world out there waiting for you to explore—a world where you don't have to hold back."
Rachma's heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the whisperings of her conscience. She wanted to scream, to reject this devilish offer, but something held her captive—perhaps curiosity, perhaps desire. "Why should I listen to you?" she managed to croak out.
Samael's smoldering gaze met hers, his eyes gleaming. "because I will give you all the pleasure you seek, Rachma. I will show you how wonderful it is to indulge in sensual pleasures, to embrace your deepest desires. You've been living a life of restraint, of self-denial. But I promise you, you're missing out on the real joys of existence."
Rachma hesitated, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of Samael's enticing promises. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't shake off the magnetic pull she felt towards him. The sensation of longing was overwhelming. "Just come with me dear Queen Rachma, come to see my Kingdom
, see and taste the delights and experiences that await you. You'll have nothing to lose, but everything to gain!" Samael coaxed, his words dripping with insinuation.
Rachma gazed at the horizon, where the orange sky melted into the mysterious unknown. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the intoxicating promise of sinful bliss. With a nod, she consented.
With just a clap of his hands, Samael brings Rachma to
an entirely different dimension, a twisted realm that resembles the Kingdom of Allah, yet it feels somehow distorted and perverted. Sinister laughter echoes through the gloomy corridors, and lewd carvings mar the walls, mocking the purity of Rachma's belief. She feels uneasy, as Samael leads her deeper into the labyrinthine catacombs.
"Welcome to my domain," Samael says, flashing a wicked grin.
"Here, you'll find a world free of constraints and inhibitions."
Rachma looks around, she found a city that full of lust and debauchery,
men and women freely enjoying each other in the streets, they openly display their sexual acts. Demons are walking freely among humans, they look alike to humans but they are not, they are much more beautiful and stronger. They walk proudly with their wings spread out, showing their sharp teeth. They all look like Samael.
"This is my realm," Samael declares, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction. "A place where dreams come true, where fantasies become reality."
Rachma gazes at the depravity unfolding before her, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She wants to turn away, to retreat from this abominable spectacle, but something holds her fast. The allure of forbidden fruit is potent, and she finds herself unable to tear her gaze away.
"Come, my dear," Samael whispers, his velvety voice wrapping around her like a silken chain. "Let me show you the delights that await you."
They weave through the writhing mass of bodies, and Rachma feels the heat of the crowd pressing in on her from all sides.