The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 173: Invasion

Chapter 173: Invasion

Rama’s raspy breathing resonated through the four corners of the dark room as soon as he broke it to her that the dark witches were the dark force behind the ominous occurrence, but when he pulled her closer to himself in a protective manner, she felt a sense of security, her tension slowly subsiding.

In that moment, he shoved her behind him with a gentle but firm action. As he shielded her from an unknown entity, she felt his sinister presence envelop the room as melancholy oozed from every cell of his body, then she heard a sound similar to that of a whirling storm about to erupt, and then a rumbling echo followed that made the ground tremble beneath their feet, afterwards, the last thing she heard was something slicing through flesh before silence engulfed the dark room again.

During the short commotion that transpired within that short period of time, Rama’s heart pace increased by every second, aware of the fact that they were being attacked, although he could see in the dark and effortlessly take out the attackers, she on the other hand was edgy and with nothing being perceptible to sight, her tension elevated as she was trapped in the unnerving darkness.

The room plunged in desolate darkness was suddenly lit up again as the candles were ignited with a hellish red force, but as soon as the room lit up, her gaze narrowed to the three figures inside the room with them who was undoubtedly witches, their pale-shelled skin, black eyes and hideous features were an apparent justification to presume them as witches, after all, one had tried to kill her.

But the dark witches weren’t alive, they were slightly suspended from the ground as black spikes jotting out of the ground impaled them brutally, the spikes pierced through their limbs, chests and heads, with black coagulated blood oozing from the gory punctures.

Their eyes were open, black and soulless, devoid of life. They had tried to attack, but obviously they couldn’t, she wondered why they still tried to kill the devil’s son when they didn’t stand a chance against him. She wondered what their hidden motives behind the unyielding attacks were, and moreover, how and why did they confidently attack the vampire’s castle?

Judging from the conspicuous events that were unfolding before their eyes, the dark witches had invaded the castle, which was quite still ludicrous to hear. They might have attained a tiny fragment of power from the devil and became unbelievably confident, but they seemed to forget that their powers accumulated together still couldn’t hold a candle to what he possessed.

Amidst her thoughts, Draco pulled her hand, making sure she was behind him and not ahead in case of any unforeseen attacks.

She glanced at the dead witches with spears shooting out of their bodies, coagulated blood bathing the clean marble floor with dark crimson, but as they proceeded towards the exit, a strong wave of energy pushed them back with brute force.

Her eyes blurred and her head reeled as she fell to the floor, head almost colliding against the floor but it collided against Draco’s chest instead as he acted like a shield, his actions and movements were so fast, she could barely catch a sight of him.

She still laid on the floor while Draco had long gotten up, a tinnitus ringing noise resounded in her ears from the clash of the dark force against her body, it was weakening and energy depleting but somehow Draco was still stronger than ever.

Groaning weakly, she sat up as she heard muffled noises coming from the clash between the dark witches and Draco, the clangor of objects flying in the air and glass breaking while they fought, but he effortlessly led them to their unparalleled ends.

Gaining her composure, she shot up to her feet while moving back till she hit the wall, eyes scanning for Draco but all it could catch sight of was a shadowy figure moving faster than the wind as more dark witches dropped into their chamber, but rather than living ones occupying it, the number of dead ones increased as they piled up on the floor.

Everytime he moved, a dark witch would be thrown across the room with phenomenal force and when their bodies hit the wall, their bodies would splinter into smattering bloody pieces trailing down the wall with blood.

A handful of witches would only have so much time on their hands to conjure dark magic against him but they seemed to forget he was the ruler of darkness himself.

Dark mists conjured from the dark witches to weaken him would engulf him for a split second, but in the next second it would absorb into his very skin like he was absorbing darkness, his crimson ember eyes would glow with an eerie light and she would see the witches tremble.

She could see the fear in their black eyes before he would rip them apart limb by limb, bathing the floor with black coagulated blood and giving the room a new design of a massacre theme.

It was almost as if they were bracing themselves for their end as it was obvious they couldn’t win against him yet they kept trooping in to their demise. She watched as he clawed their guts out, heads separated from their shoulders with just a single strike from his powerful clawed hands.

Something felt wrong, it was all too easy and obviously a diversion from something else, it was evident the witches didn’t come for him, still yet they attacked relentlessly, absorbing his attention as they engaged him in the futile fight.

She watched their once beautiful chamber being destroyed, the clean black marble floor stained with river of black blood, limbs hanging on the chandelier, dressing table and the bed, while furnitures were destroyed and objects were no longer in their arranged orders.

After a short while, the dark witches stopped trooping in and finally, she could catch a non-blurry, shadowy sight of Draco as he stood in the middle of the massacre he had created, his hands drenched in blood that dripped from his elongated fingertips.

His eyes dropped on her as he moved slowly toward her, in the process, examining her from head to toe for signs of any injuries, but then he stopped moving as his eyes narrowed to something behind her.

Sensing the malevolent force behind her, she froze underneath the frigid gaze of Draco swirling with murderous intent and the presence behind her. Her breathing hitched and she closed her eyes tightly when she heard the loud raspy breathing of the presence behind her. It reminded her of their attack in the foggy forest.

The moment she felt the cold rough fingertip on her neck, Draco dissapeared from his position, the force of the speed created a dent on the ground where he was standing, and then she felt a heavy wind blow past her, her hair and gown flailed.

Afterwards, she no longer felt the cold rough fingertips on her skin, but in the next moment she heard the window break into smattering fragments of glass, it could have pierced her with the closeness but they all dissipated into tiny silver bits.

She veered around to see Draco throwing the ripped out head of the witch through the broken window. Loud, ragged breathing erupted from her lips as fear rocked her body. She looked out the window and saw the head next to the decapitated body sprawled awkwardly on the floor, limbs twisted in a fractured manner as a pool of blood slowly engulfed the body.

Taking shaky steps, she moved back away from the window feeling nauseous, as her eyes took in the gory state of their opulent chamber, now nothing more than a slaughterhouse, her intestines crawled with disgust.

Unable to control her feeling of nausea, she retched up on the floor, emptying her bowels as she vomited whatever was left. He patted her back gently and gave her a kerchief, surprised that his hands were clean, she took the kerchief and dabbed her mouth, feeling better.

While his attention was on her, his instincts and heightened senses were on high alert for any more unanticipated attacks.

"Are you alright?" He asked as she stood straight, swaying slightly on her feet.

"I’m fine, what’s going on? Why are dark witches attacking the castle?" She queried as she leaned against the bedside table.

"We’ll find out soon enough, but I have to take care of them, lets go." He said as he pulled her toward the exit, this time checking properly before they emerged out of the room into the dark halls.

She could hear the distant screaming from the maids, the castle was in a state of uproar and commotion as the dark witches attacked relentlessly, but something felt amiss. They had an aim, but what could it be? She pondered.

The dark hallway suddenly lit up with the torches on the wall, as soon as it lit up her eyes widened as she exclaimed, almost screaming in worry "We need to find Malika!"