The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 57: We Sold Our Souls To The Devil

Chapter 57: We Sold Our Souls To The Devil

"Witches can transform into their human form, don’t be easily deceived." Draco immediately spoke, clearing the doubts she harboured in her head and she nodded in silence, but he didn’t care to glance her way as his gaze was still fixated on the witch who was writhing in pain.

"Turning vampires into your little pets, but I’m more surprised you witches dare cross the boundaries and do your little witchcraft on my soil." Draco said thoughtfully, his cold gaze not leaving her sight.

The witch’s impeccable beauty could make any being swoon over her, but he didn’t seem the least fazed instead he felt repulsed as his hardened face twisted into scorn, his lips curled in disgust.

"You would never have known if that demon had minded his own business!" The witch hissed, but still her bitterness facade didn’t do much to camouflage the fear in her eyes.

"Unfortunately, I did. I just didn’t care enough to come out and hunt witches." Draco replied lazily, he seemed bored, he was bored. He seemed like he needed stronger competition and they all appeared too weak for him, which made Rama wonder just how much power he possessed.

"But my curiosity is indeed piqued." Draco drawled as he glared at the witch from beneath his thick, unbelievably long lashes. He took out a kerchief from his pocket and wiped the witch’s blood from his hands with a disgusted look on his face, before shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

His attention returned to the witch who was squirming in pain as she sat up while holding her decapitated arm with blood jetting out of it. The amount of blood she lost from her lacerated arm was enough to make her fall unconscious or worse dead, but it didn’t appear as though she was ready to kiss the world goodbye.

"Your magic isn’t strong enough to bring a dead vampire back to life and transform them into monsters. So I’m curious about the details I’m sure you’ll love to share." Draco said in a neutral tone but a faint growl lingered as he glanced at the figure on the pyre and then averted his gaze back to her.

The witch hesitated for a moment, fear gleaming in her sapphire blue eyes before she blurted out in a firm tone "We sold our souls to the devil in exchange for power."

Rama’s jade eyes dilated as her lashes fluttered in confusion and disbelief. She couldn’t discern whether it was a sarcastic response or she was serious, but the witch’s countenance made her doubts quelled.

It was as if she was daring them to question or doubt her word, but Rama was too dumbfounded to doubt anything and she didn’t think it was a good idea for a human to interject with her words when he was busy interrogating the witch.

Draco on the other hand didn’t give out any sort of reaction, so she couldn’t tell if he believed the witch’s story of them selling their souls to the devil for powers or not.

The witch continued speaking.

"The powers we were given depends on our ranks, so the witch queen is the strongest, you finally have some competition now, prince Draco." The witch said, even with the grim expression of pain on her face, she managed to force out a mockfilled cackle.

Rama wondered why she called him a prince when it was obvious he was the King, or perhaps she just wanted to degrade him and irk him.

Draco still didn’t react, he stood pinned to the floor unmoving, but suddenly a devilish grin ever slowly made his lips curve but it didn’t reach his eyes, it never did, earning it a dreary tone that made their spines run cold as the ominous air around him intensified in it’s darkness and heaviness.

The smile suddenly dropped, switching his mood from unnerving to dreadful as he retained a neutral countenance, but nothing was neutral about his countenance, he looked no less than a calm devil, waiting for the right time to devour souls.

He pulled one hand from his pocket, running his slender fingers through his black silky hair and then a half hearted laughter rolled off his lips, it was euphonious and daunting at the same time, but Rama swore she could listen to it all day, the thought suddenly made her smack herself inwardly, bringing her back to earth.

He shoved his hand back into the pocket, as his laughter abruptly ended but a charming grin lingered as he ran his tongue over his canines, he seemed to be amused by something and she saw that dangerous spark in his crimson eyes. It never ended well.

"Competition." He repeated the witch’s word with a very low growl, the single word seemed to emit darkness that made the hair on the back of her neck stand erect and she could bet the witch’s did too.

"Even the devil himself couldn’t be that confident, you seem to have forgotten who I am, witch." He murmured under his breath, but it was loud enough for all to hear as it echoed in the cave.

Rama caught the witch gulp and a smile almost broke through her lips knowing she was right, but she immediately shoved it aside, the witch’s fear wasn’t important. It seemed as if he was acquainted with the devil himself which she found rather ludicrous and hard to believe.

The devil was another specie of supernatural beings, the ultimate evil, the embodiment and entity of darkness yet he claimed the devil wouldn’t be confident in defeating him and the witch didn’t say otherwise in opposition to his words, unless....

She couldn’t find the right phrase to fill the missing word, she was still left in the dark with not a hint of light to find her way or the mystery revolving around this enigmatic devil in front of her and she couldn’t resist but become more allured to his mysterious essence.

"You’re the only one here who has forgotten what you are, suppressing your demons because you don’t want to be like your father but you’re worse! You’re the devil!" The witch hissed between gritted teeth, body trembling in rage to show how much she loathed him, but it couldn’t conceal her fear nevertheless.

It was visible in her uneasy body movements, she knew she was facing her death but witches seemed to have a bloody large ego for her to not cower before him.

Rama’s doubts intensified with the witch’s words, but she was still left in a deteriorated state on what his concealed nature was, she felt her skin itch with curiosity to find out what he really was.

They were talking about the devil, but it couldn’t be the devil in a logic sense, could it? She pondered inwardly.

Her pondering was abruptly interfered with when her eyes narrowed to the witch sprouting up on her feet in a rapid movement as she attacked Draco, which was quite the most absurd thing Rama might have ever witnessed.

A one armed witch attacking Draco with obviously all odds of losing against her, when she couldn’t compare to his impeccable resilience and strength. She might as well have been eager to kiss the world goodbye sooner than later.

Draco didn’t move as she lunged at him to attack, while Rama moved a good distance away from him. Within the few moments, she heard the squelching of flesh and bones ripping apart.

The witch froze in her state, sapphire blue eyes turned empty before she slumped to the floor. She could only see Draco’s broad back, but when the witch slumped to the floor, her eyes narrowed to the gaping hole in her chest were her heart was supposed to be situated in, but it was ripped out and left empty with blood oozing out of it.

The witch’s fair porcelain skin suddenly turned a greyish hue with cracks formed on it, as she transformed to her witch form. She heard a soft thud and her eyes caught the witch’s heart drop to the floor from Draco’s hold.

It was still beating softly, as it expanded and retracted, with every pump it took, blood jetted out of the ripped arteries, making it form a small pool of blood where it lay until it finally stopped beating and it lay stiff like her blood soaked body.

Draco took out another kerchief and wiped his blood soaked hands thoroughly until it was clean. While he was busy wiping, her eyes subconsciously dropped on his abdomen, making it narrow in confusion.

"Lord Draco." She called, even though she almost forgot to add the title, she was forced to remember considering he was not in a good mood.

"You’re hurt." She added in as Draco whipped his face to look at her with lifted brows questioningly and then he followed her eyesight to stop on his abdomen were the hilt of a tiny dagger was sticking out of.

Such measly weapon wouldn’t do much damage to him, but he suddenly realized it was cursed by the witch. He had been too laid back, he had forgotten how tricky witches could be.

Black web like veins gradually manifested on his neck and it elevated as it spread to stop beneath his cheekbones.

Draco’s hands trembled unnervingly as he instinctively touched his neck and she saw his eyes burn with rage as he cussed between gritted teeth. "That fucking witch!"

He had been poisoned.