The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 198: Turning Point

Chapter 198: Turning Point

The room was beclouded with the overshadowing weight of sorrow that seemed to shroud them whole, sucking their forms into a nightmarish haven of grief and undebatable despair.

Malika’s eyes dilated with shock as it narrowed to the bloodied corpse on the bed with a deep gash across her neck. She shook her head drearily as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks, unwilling to accept the fact that she was dead, she couldn’t and wouldn’t conform to the thought that she was dead, but the sight before her couldn’t be any more convincing.

Her legs mechanically started moving toward Rama’s body subconsciously, almost as if she had been possessed by a spirit at that moment, but her body was reeling from the bewildering moment of seeing her dead.

She felt the strange urge to touch her, to feel her, like she wanted to wake her up, as if her instinct told her that if she called out her name and nudged her to wake up like she used to do in the past, she would wake up with a groan and dismiss her, telling her she wanted to sleep more.

But deep down, she knew what she wished for wasn’t going to happen, she knew she would never wake up again. The thought that she would never see those sharp jade eyes staring intensely at her, or her reassuring smile again left her trapped in a desolate nightmare.

As soon as she started moving, Zamiel pulled her back, he figured it was best she didn’t go too close, she might be left traumatized from the up close sight of her and he didn’t want that, he knew just how fragile she was.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words failed to come out as her throat clogged with bitterness stuck in it.

She had questions to ask, but no one needed to explain that Rama was dead to her, it all felt like she was trapped in a nightmare at that moment. She could no longer feel her limbs that became immobilized as fear rocked over her body with a force that sent her struggling to breathe.

Her eyes never left the sight that plunged her into terror, it was simply impossible for her to avert her gaze from the cold corpse of Rama, unable to comprehend if this was a reality or a nightmarish dream.

It would have seemed as if she was only sleeping if not for her slashed throat with blood spewing out of the open gristle. Her chest ached with the undeniable pain of unfathomable feelings, as if a poisonous dagger was twisted right into it, the venom streaming with her blood as it coursed through her veins.

But for a minute as she stared dumbfounded at the sight before her, she felt numb, it suddenly felt as if the world had not only disappeared but she was left drowning in a sea of confusion.

Her body shook erratically as she felt the sense of a menacing chill run down her spine and her legs trembled, unable to hold the weight of her fragile self like her heart couldn’t hold the unendurable weight of despair.

Rama was all she had, her only reason to live and persevere through the vile world, but seeing her dead, her strive to live faded like the heartwarming glow in her amber eyes dimmed with sorrow engulfing it.

She fell on her knees weakly, unable to do anything, tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, heart aching wails rolled off her quivering lips. Her eyes blurred with tears as they poured out like a broken dam.

As soon as Zamiel entered the room and his sharp eyes narrowed to the dead mate of Draco, his face turned sour as he muttered "Fuck!"

His gaze dropped on Malika as she was stricken with shock before it landed on Draco who was hovering above his mate’s corpse.

"What the fuck happened?" Zamiel muttered rhetorically, a slight hint of disappointment on Draco’s incapability to protect his mate flashed across his eyes.

He would have been agitated about Rama’s death if not for the fact that he could turn her into a vampire, still he knew Draco was burning with rage and grief, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone in his sight, after all her death was unplanned.

Malika’s sobbing broke his gaze from him as he watched her fall on the floor while tears erupted from her eyeballs. He could feel her heartache from a mile away, the heaviness of her sorrow pierced into his chest and his jaws ticked.

She didn’t need to see this.

He flashed a glance at Draco, his dark eyes became paths to a shadowed soul, a clouded mind of rage and a broken heart enclosed with grief, he was silent, too silent as his gaze were fixed with an unwavering intensity on his mate’s cold body. It felt as if his soul had evaded his body as he stood, his eyes staring into space in a lost state.

His gaze finally stopped on Malika before pulling her away as he carried her from behind, his strong arms wound around her waist, but she thrashed her limbs as she yelled hysterically for him to let her go, but he didn’t.

He refused to let her go as he hauled her away across the corridors to his room and she didn’t stop screaming. For the first time in his life, he felt a tang of mortification as he walked through the corridors while the servants and other vampires watched him as he hauled the crying girl away. No doubt they would be sure to make a rumor about him that he was trying to forcefully bed a girl when he was typically known as the rational one.

As soon as they arrived at his room and he placed her down, she snapped at him with reddened eyes, teeth gnashing against each other as she spat out at him wiyh raw anger dominating her mind and body "What have you monsters done to her?!" She snarled, steam practically billowing from her nose, every trace of the fragile flower disappeared as rage engulfed her.

"She’ll be fine..." He was about to reassure her that everything would be okay, but she interrupted.

"Fine? S-She’s dead!! Rama’s dead!!" She snarled, her voice breaking with the weight of sorrow and anguish like her shattered heart, as she lost every reason and will in her.

As she spoke with a downbeat voice, hot tears choked her speechless as it rolled down her cheeks. She felt utterly drained of energy from the overwhelming feeling of rage and sorrow, she slumped down on the floor limply, crouching down with her knees pressed against her chest as she hid her face and cried her eyes out.

She was tremendously heartbroken that Rama had left her alone in this cold, dark world and her spirit was shattered in such brutality that she left her without a goodbye, but goodbye or not, her soul was shattered to pieces that she was no longer there with her, she was gone.

Her body trembled erratically as she sobbed heavily in the aching knowledge of Rama’s demise, meanwhile Zamiel stood in front of her with arms crossed over his chest, watching her for a long moment as she cried, giving her the time and space she needed until he could talk to her properly and she would actually listen, as well process his words properly.

After a long while, she finally stopped crying, giving him the chance to speak to her. He crouched down to her level and then cupped her face, his eyes met her swollen, red ones, but tears still poured out silently from them.

"Malika listen to me, she’ll be alright." He said, but then her face twisted with grief and her lips curled downward as she shook her head in doubt, making more tears pour down her face.

She wanted to speak, but her words were choked by her sobs, she gave up as her head hung low. With gentle strokes, he wiped off the tears from her face while more kept pouring out.

"Draco will turn her into a vampire, then she’ll come back to life, she’s not dead yet, it’s only a phase of the transformation." He explained with a stern countenance, emphasizing on each word.

Her mouth hung low in stupefaction and her brows furrowed as her face twisted with mixed emotions. She was torn between whether to be happy or be frightened by the news that she wouldn’t die, but rather would be turned into a vampire.

At least, she wasn’t dead, but still it unnerved her knowing Rama was going to be turned into the thing she reviled the most. She was scared of the outcome, of how she would be able to look at her face without the feeling of fear pricking at her and mostly, how she would look at her own face in the mirror without hating everything she saw and what she had been turned into without her consent.

The anticipated occurrences that were happening took a toll on her, she was scared of the present ordeal, but the future unnerved her even more. It was a treacherous maze in which they had no idea where they were heading to.