The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 36: Tears Of Blood II

Chapter 36: Tears Of Blood II

Rama followed after Zamiel who carried Malika in his arms until he progressed into his chamber.

He placed her gently on the bed with her front to lie on the mattress, for her back to be revealed with the gory wounds on it.

Rama sobbed softly as she sat next to the unconscious girl, while Zamiel ordered a maid to bring in medical tools to treat her wounds.

"You should leave. You’re the king’s personal maid, not hers." Zamiel said with a straight face, while ignoring the fiery glare shooting his way from the angry woman’s jade eyes.

"Why would I leave her with you? I’ll take care of her myself!" Rama snapped between gritted teeth, as she tried to hold back the foul words laying bitterly on her tongue, to avoid Malika suffering again.

"I’ll attend to her wounds." Zamiel said stiffly and she wondered why he’d do that for a random human maid. But nevertheless, his gesture didn’t make her see him as less of the monster he was.

"Look what you did to her, so why would I trust you to look after her?" Rama snapped in irritation and rage as her eyes narrowed to the wounds on her back.

Her skin had peeled off to reveal the pink flesh with blood trickling out of it which slowly soiled the silky sheets, but he didn’t seem to care, with that poker expression on his face, she couldn’t read him or what his motive was.

There was a guttural storm brewing beneath the rings of his red eyes, but why was he acting in opposition to his true nature, which made her wonder if he despised the monster he truly was which was rather ironic.

"It was the king’s order and looking at it from a logical sense, also your fault for hitting the king." Zamiel said nonchalantly as he peered his red eyes lazily at her.

Unlike Draco’s red ones that always retained menace and malignance, his were almost empty with not a flicker of emotion in it, be it hate or anger. He seemed too composed, he felt numb and empty, devoid of a soul, although he acted rational.

Rama couldn’t find the words to defend herself, he was right. Malika was in that ugly condition because of her and she hated that he was right enough to make her want to hide her face from Malika in regret. She’d hate her for the plight she placed her in, for not putting her into consideration before doing what she did out of impulse.

The maids walked in with medical tools and one carrying a bowl of warm water and a clean cloth in her hold.

"Drop it on the table and leave." She heard Zamiel order and the maids obeyed without a word as they exited the chamber.

"Do you have any idea how to treat human wounds?" Rama queried with a sharp tone, he didn’t seem to care if she yelled at him or not, but her subconsciousness warned her to be careful as he didn’t seem like someone who would take more than that.

He probably had a nastier anger issue than Draco and it wouldn’t surprise her that it was silent, but deadly. She could already see the tamed danger in his eyes, waiting to erupt and she didn’t want to be the one to trigger it.

"I do." He replied stiffly.

"How would you know how to treat human wounds? You’re a night creature." Rama pointed out as if he was unaware of what he was.

"And you should know your place and stop with the questions." He said, although there was no irritation in his voice, the hard look he gave her made her get the message.

"I apologise." She said with a low voice like a whisper which would have barely been heard by human ears.

"You should leave too and run to your master. Wouldn’t want your maid suffering some more, would you?" Zamiel said with a flat tone.

"She’s not my maid, she’s my friend." She started firmly as she pressed her lips in a thin line, before veering around without a word and exited the room.

Zamiel lazily averted his gaze from her retreating back to the unconscious girl who’s breathing was strained. His gaze dropped on her torn flesh where he had inflicted the wounds on her small back.

The gory wounds covered most part of her back, with extended lash streaks stretching from one end of her back to the other, as they intersected over one another horizontally and vertically.

He had attempted his best to flog her with less pressure as possible, but the outcome was still not pleasing nevertheless. He wondered why he cared and he hated the fact he cared for a fragile human girl.

He took the bowl of water and neat cloth as he sat on the side of the mattress next to her.

He gently tore the remaining already torn fabrics caused by the whip, to expose the wounds on her back more evidently, not a hint of her white skin was shown on her small back as the wounds had sufficed it.

He soaked the cloth into the warm water and squeezed excess water out of it before hovering it above her wound.

He knew it would burn like hell, not that he had ever gone through that kind of pain, but she was a human and a fragile one, so he knew it would hurt.

In the most gentle manner, he dabbed on the blood stains on her back, but the wound had covered most part of her back, so he mostly dabbed on the wound which made her move with unnease and grunt in pain.

He hissed in frustration as he stared at her face which had been concealed with her hair and he suddenly felt the urge to move her hair away to see her face.

He shook his head as he took a small receptacle with ointment in it. He opened the lid and gently placed the ointment on the wound. He heard her hiss in pain as he placed the ointment on one lash streak.

He closed the lid as he heard her soft sobs and placed it on the table before gradually moving her hair away from her face, to see tears rolling down her shut eyes to soak the pillows.

His jaws ticked as he saw the tears leaving her eyes. She probably hated him after making her go through so much pain, but why would he care? She was human, but nevertheless, he found himself caring. She was nothing like his sister, yet he felt his blood scorch when Draco reminded him of her.

The only thing that linked them together was their ages. She was eighteen when she died or rather, was murdered.

Fuck it! He cussed beneath his breath before shoving his wrist into his mouth and buying down on it. Blood trickled down from his wrist and he turned the unconscious girl over gradually, before hovering his wrist above her slightly parted mouth for the blood to drop into it.

The blood sufficed into her parted mouth and he saw her brows crease slightly in her unconscious state, before the squelching sound of her flesh stitching back together made his gaze avert on her healing back.

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Rama stomped down the corridors with fury burning in her eyes as she moved toward Draco’s chambers. She didn’t know if she was needed, but she’d rather ask than let Malika suffer another torturous punishment.

She knocked with elevated pressure on the door, causing her knuckles to turn red as it collided against the door with immense force, but the pain was numb as fury engulfed her.

The door swung open for her to meet Draco standing by the door with his upper body leaning lazily against it. His lips parted into a dreary grin in amusement.

In silence, he moved aside, gesturing for her to go in and she did with loud thuds of heavy stomp.

"Stop that. You’re acting like a spoilt little girl who didn’t get her way." Draco said immediately, in a slightly irritated tone as he scrutinized her from head to toe with a lazy, distasteful look.

She rolled her eyes visibly as her body acted impulsively.

"Do you want me to gouge your eyes out and feed it to you?" The words rolled off his lips in rather serious tone and at that instant, her stomach grumbled heavily making her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I’ve Informed a maid to get a meal prepared." Draco said in a flat tone and she blinked her lashes in confusion.

A meal was prepared for her? She couldn’t quite believe it, it could be another way of torturing her. He quite had a knack for it.

She didn’t say a word and rather nodded meekly, although her body was hungry, her appetite to eat had gone out the window after seeing the gory wounds on Malika’s back, which made her twist her face in disgust.

"After your meal, I’ll have mine." She heard Draco’s drawled husky voice with a grin splitting his lips, as he ran his tongue over his pointy incisors while retaining his gaze on her.

Her skin crawled as she pondered endlessly on what his words with an apparent underlying meaning meant.