The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 305: Monster!

Chapter 305: Monster!

Shaking her head vigorously, tears blurred her eyes as they cascaded down her cheeks while she impulsively looked away from his dead body. She couldn’t believe he was dead, it all seemed like a nightmare.

Everything was happening too fast, one minute it was a normal day in the castle and the next, she was looking at Dalen’s dead body, brutally murdered by her past, demon husband who had awakened from the dead and was now hellbent on taking her back.

Her recent memory haunted by the terrifying scene she had witnessed the brutal demise of Dalen at the hands of Draco. Fear gripped her, an icy embrace that clenched at her heart, as she tried to reconcile the ghastly image with the being who now approached her.

Draco sensed Rama’s trepidation, her fear palpable in the air around them. He paused, realizing the terror his presence invoked in her innocent heart. Despite his malevolent lineage, a spark of empathy flickered within him. He knew he needed to bridge the chasm of fear between them.

With cautious steps, Draco softened his gait, his movements deliberate and measured. He emerged from the shadows, his figure bathed in a gentler light that seemed to dispel some of the darkness that cloaked him. His eyes, once glinting with an unearthly radiance, now bore a subdued intensity, a glimmer of something resembling understanding.

Approaching Rama, Draco raised his hands in a gesture of peace, palms open to show he meant no harm. His voice, usually a haunting whisper that resonated with an air of menace, softened into a reassuring tone, a melody trying to soothe the cacophony of fear that enveloped them both.

"Rama," he spoke, his voice carrying a rare sincerity, "I mean you no harm. I know my actions have planted seeds of terror, but I wish to show you a different side of me, a side not steeped in the shadows."

Rama’s breaths were shallow and uneven, her gaze cautious yet filled with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

She observed Draco’s approach, her heart still heavy with the trauma of the recent horrors she had witnessed. Yet, there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes, a flicker of hope mingled with her fear.

Draco took another step forward, careful not to startle her. His features, usually obscured by a sinister veil, softened into an expression that bore a semblance of gentleness. He tried to convey a sense of reassurance, a silent plea for understanding despite his dark origins.

"Please, do not be afraid," he implored, his voice a mere whisper in the serene forest. "I understand your fear, but I am more than the darkness that surrounds me. There are layers to me that you have not seen."

As Draco spoke, the air seemed to shift, the tension between them easing slightly. His eyes, once burning with an otherworldly intensity, now held a glint of vulnerability, an attempt to bridge the gap between their disparate worlds.

Rama hesitated, her fear slowly ebbing away in the face of Draco’s unexpected display of compassion. She remained cautious but intrigued by the unfamiliar warmth that seemed to emanate from the being she had feared moments ago.

Draco stood before her, a figure shrouded in enigma, yet now a touch less foreboding. He extended his hand, a silent offering of trust and understanding. It was a gesture meant to convey his willingness to build a bridge between their worlds, a tentative step towards establishing a connection despite the vast chasm of oblivion that divided them.

With a deep breath and a hint of trepidation, Rama reached out, her hand trembling slightly as it met Draco’s. The contact sparked a momentary jolt of surprise in both, a sensation neither expected.

It was a fleeting moment, yet in that touch, an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between them, a glimmer of hope that perhaps, despite their differences, a bridge could be built, and fear could eventually give way to something unexpected, perhaps even trust.

As he approached his terrified mate, his dark silhouette cast eerie shadows against the ancient stone walls. His tall figure, adorned in regal attire, moved with an otherworldly grace, yet his eyes bore a weight of concern and an air of caution.

The night was cloaked in a thick mist, adding to the unsettling atmosphere as Draco approached his mate. He was a being of immense power and allure, possessing the charm that could captivate any mortal, yet his current demeanor reflected a rare vulnerability. His mate, still reeling from witnessing his violent act, trembled with fear, her heart racing in her chest.

Draco extended a hand, his voice a soft whisper, seeking to soothe the palpable terror that enveloped his mate. His touch was tentative, a delicate gesture, trying to bridge the chasm of fear that had emerged between them. Gradually, her panicked breaths eased, and her eyes flickered with a glimmer of recognition and trust.

But as she dared to glance past Draco’s shoulder, her gaze fell upon the lifeless form sprawled on the ground. The terror that had momentarily subsided surged back with renewed intensity. Her hands flew from his as she crawled away from him, a choked gasp escaping her lips. The gruesome sight etched itself into her mind, intensifying her fear and revulsion.

Draco, sensing her distress, turned to shield her from the gruesome scene, his expression a mix of regret and protectiveness. He knew the implications of what she had witnessed and the turmoil it stirred within her fragile soul.

Desperate to shield her from the terror, he enveloped her in his arms, murmuring soothing words in an attempt to assuage her mounting panic.

Trying to disentangle her body from his, she thrashed her limbs underneath his large form as she tries to push him away, sensing her discomfort and fear, he breaks from the embrace. Her pulse raced uncontrollably, her breaths shallow and rapid as the enormity of the situation sank in.

Despite Draco’s attempts to comfort her, the specter of the lifeless body of Dalen lingered in her mind, haunting her every thought. She struggled to reconcile with the violent act that had unfolded before her eyes. Questions and fears swirled within her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile composure.

How on earth had she married the cruel demon? It was a question that hammered against her head repetitively.

Draco, sensing her spiraling panic, gently guided her away from the grisly scene, leading her to a secluded alcove bathed in the faint glow of moonlight, but while he guided her away from the scene she kept fidgeting in his hold with futile attempts to run away.

Slumping down on the floor, he knelt before her, his eyes imploring her to find solace in his presence, to trust in his unwavering protection.

His hands stained crimson, the metallic scent of blood tainting the crisp night air. Her screams, piercing and raw, reverberated through the silent woods, carrying the weight of her disbelief and horror.

"Stay away from me, you monster!" Her voice cracks, choked with fear and anguish, her pale face contorted in an expression of stark terror as she backs away from him. "Don’t come near me!"

Her words hung heavy in the air, laced with desperation, yet the devil’s son, a figure of undeniable power and otherworldly presence, approaches her with a solemn grace. Despite the brutality she had just witnessed, his countenance remained strangely calm, a stark contrast to Rama’s distraught state.

"Rama, please, listen to me." His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the chaos surrounding them, a futile attempt to soothe her trembling form. He extended his bloodied hands in a futile gesture of reassurance, an act that only served to intensify her terror.

Tears streaked down Rama’s cheeks as she struggles to comprehend the unthinkable, her mind unable to adapt to the dark being standing before her, now shrouded in darkness.

"You... you killed Dalen!" she gasps, her words barely audible amidst her panicked sobs. "How could you... how could you do this?"

Dalen, haunted by the raw emotion in Rama’s eyes, reached out to comfort her, his touch gentle yet hesitant, as if he feared it may further shatter her fragile state. "It was necessary," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a sorrowful weight. "You must understand, it was for you."

But Rama recoils, her heart torn between disbelief and aching betrayal. "For me?" she cries out, her voice wavering. "What understanding is there in such brutality?"

The tension hung thick in the air, an impassable divide between two souls entwined in a love threatened by the unfathomable darkness that now stained their world. Rama’s once radiant eyes, now clouded with dread, search desperately for a glimmer of the being she once adored within the shadows that loom over her.

The devil’s son, burdened by the weight of his actions and the anguish etched upon Rama’s face, reaches out once more, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I will protect you, Rama," he implores, his voice laced with a rare vulnerability. "I will do anything to keep you safe."

But Rama’s screams of agony echoed through the haunted forest, drowning out any attempt at solace. Her soul torn between love and revulsion, she stumbled further away, her heart shattered by the harrowing truth of him being her husband, she couldn’t bear to accept.