The Devil's Warrior Queen -
Chapter 58: Poisoned
Chapter 58: Poisoned
Rama watched the event that was playing before her eyes, but she didn’t say a word, he was angry enough, but still she wondered why he hadn’t taken the dagger out. It appeared painful, but he didn’t wince in pain or grimace, there was only a bland expression on his face.
It was obvious the witch had placed a dark hex on him with the poisoned dagger she used to stab him before her gory end.
It seemed she was enthusiastic enough to have the zeal to make him suffer even being aware she would die at the end, she still wanted him to have a taste of pain.
The witches were dark beings and she didn’t take a liking to them, particularly from the short encounter she had with the dead one, when she tried to claw her guts out, but she was pleased with their feelings of revulsion toward Draco.
His soft wheezing broke her out of her trance and she almost jumped, knowing he probably read her thoughts.
She whipped her face toward his direction, but it felt as if she was hallucinating at that moment, as there was no sign of his wheezing. He had a neutral countenance, and no sign of pain or discomfort in his face or body movement.
Her eyes narrowed to the weblike veins stretching from his neck beneath his collar to spread beneath his cheekbones. Poison was coursing through his veins and if the witches were right about attaining powers from the devil, then their dark magic was undoubtedly stronger, as well as the poison coursing through his veins.
"Are you poisoned?" Rama asked in a low voice, just to be certain or rather she was just curious as always.
Draco was staring at the pyre where a dead figure lay, it was obviously mutilated from dark magic to death, but it was only a step to the next phase of transformation. Its guts looked like they were clawed out as they were sprawled out of its body unto the altar. Its broken ribcage was exposed with some of the bones piercing into the organs, and coagulated blood stuck to its body.
Its punctured heart was dangling from its chest with only a thread of vein holding it in place, it would break any moment.
Deep gashes resembling that of sword wounds covered every inch of the body, it was mutilated severely to death. It wasn’t surprising, after all the witches were infamously known for their gory rituals and vicious bloody sacrifices.
They were now transforming vampires from a vampire to monstrous varmints aka the witch’s pets.
She couldn’t see it obviously because she was human and it was too dark for her sight.
He could hear Rama’s ridiculous thoughts of how she hoped he would die or fall terribly Ill from the poison streaming in his blood, or probably weaken, but it was a feat likely impossible to be conceived, although he figured his energy might be depleted since the witches had elevated in powers, so the poison coursing through his veins was bound to be toxic to his health.
He veered around when he heard her speak, there was no hint of mockery in her voice, and neither was there any concern, it was only pure curiosity.
"What does it look like to you? A gift?" He replied in a dried sarcastic tone and he coiled his fingers around the hilt of the dagger while maintaining eye contact with her, with a swift movement, he yanked it forward, pulling it out of his abdomen and a streak of blood splattered on the floor from the force, but the bland look on his face didn’t alter as he seemed unaffected by the pain, it was as if he didn’t feel pain. He really had no soul, Rama thought inwardly.
Blood spewed out of his wound, and if Rama had blinked, she wouldn’t have seen it in its healing process as the flesh extended and stitched itself together in a beat.
With all the blood bathing the floor from both the witch’s and Draco’s blood and the nauseous sight of the witch’s decapitated arm and ripped out heart dispersed on the floor made it seem like a massacre had ensued, but it wasn’t enough to make Rama’s stomach churn, she was used to the blood and gore.
"Are you alright?" Rama blurted out, she was curious about his condition. Since the witch’s powers were stronger, then maybe the effect of the poison could kill him. She hoped.
Instead of a reply, she heard a dark scoff escape from his lips, reverberating from beneath his breath.
Rama saw a muscle in his jaws tick as he squinted his crimson eyes, a hint of displeasure on his face as he rubbed his neck instinctively, where the black weblike veins were portrayed.
The poison now seemed to have an effect on him.
He moved with abrupt steps out of the enclosed space they were in as he took the same route, from where he came from while Rama followed behind.
They were a good distance away from the enclosed space when Rama heard the sudden sound of blazing fire, emanating from within the enclosed space, and even from the distance she could feel the unnerving heat, which made her prudent, in alert for any unexpected witch attack, but Draco didn’t seem disturbed, which made her even more skeptical, but she silently followed behind him, if he ignored she would ignore even if it was hard to ignore.
She couldn’t possibly go back and check out whatever it was, she could feel the scorching heat from the flame even from the distance, no doubt she would roast if she took a step closer to the enclosed space.
Draco suddenly staggered and her body moved instinctively without thinking twice as she wrapped her arm around his, preventing him from falling. He growled in a low tone as he gritted his teeth, it felt as if his veins were scorching with flames as the poison coursed through them.
Draco’s gaze locked with hers and his brows creased in slight confusion. She quickly withdrew her hand from his and averted her gaze awkwardly, not caring if he fell but he didn’t instead, he regained his equilibrium, but his hands were placed on the wall as he lowered his head weakly.
He ignored her, not saying a word about her awkward help and she didn’t say a word either, pretending as if she hadn’t just tried to help her mortal enemy whom she wouldn’t bat an eye in driving a dagger into his heart.
She hadn’t thought before helping him, at that moment her body had just conformed to her subconscious instincts.
She watched him as he lowered his head weakly. His hair fell loosely over his face to conceal it from her view, he couldn’t even stand straight which indicated how fast the poison had depleted his energy.
He stayed in that resting position for a short moment before he abruptly raised his head up and she jerked back as she frantically averted her gaze from his, hoping inwardly he didn’t catch her staring at him like a creep, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Amidst her awkward glances, she heard his feet sliding across the floor as he proceeded out of the cave without caring to know if she followed behind him, not that he would.
Even though he was weakened and his energy had been drained, his intensifying and intimidating dark aura sufficed with menace didn’t diminish in the slightest, he could undoubtedly still effortlessly take out any being in his way.
He didn’t fully conform to the weakening state of his body as he still moved with elegance and an air of authority, those broad shoulders of his still swayed with a high unfaltered ego, but a slight difference with his usual walking posture could be detected, there was less whiff of arrogance from him, he felt more somber and quiet. The aftermath of the poison, Rama shrugged.
At least the poison streaming in his bloodline will save her some peace as she wouldn’t have to deal with him for at least, until he fully recovered and she suddenly wondered how he would recover, whether he would recover with time, like when he was wounded or they would have to find the cure.
She hoped inwardly it would take time, but her inner mind told her finding a cure for the witch’s poison would take more time if it was difficult to find one, so she hoped for whichever one lengthened the time of the poison coursing through his veins.
She immediately blocked her thoughts and stopped her pondering knowing Draco could read her mind, but he seemed busy fighting his own battle of poisons, so she figured he didn’t pay any attention to her inner thoughts.
They had just arrived at the intersection where the three passageways met and they saw Damien already present there probably waiting for their arrival.
His narrowed red eyes scrutinized them both, but it finally lingered on Draco for a long time as he noticed the effect of the poison on him, and his face twisted with displeasure, his lips slightly crooked.
"What happened to you?" Damien shot at him with slight concern.
"Poisoned." Draco said with a hoarse voice, but it sounded like a weak growl instead.
Draco didn’t give Rama any heads up and as soon as the words rolled off his lips, his large body came crashing down on her small one.
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