The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 59: A Witch’s Orb

Chapter 59: A Witch’s Orb

Rama yelped loudly as Draco’s huge body came crashing into hers as they hit the floor. He was literally crushing her body underneath his large ones and he was heavy.

He seemed to have collapsed, but she could still hear him groan weakly, his hair sprawled all over her face, as his face was buried in her neck where she could feel his hot breath fanning her skin. It made her skin tingle but...He was crushing her!

She tried to push him off her, but he was like an unmoving rock, he wouldn’t budge and she wondered just how many tons he weighed, he wasn’t bulky, he was lean and muscular but he seemed to weigh more than an elephant.

She groaned in frustration and anger as she flailed her limbs vainlessly beneath him while struggling to get freed, she knew he could move, but he didn’t, instead he lay comfortably atop her like she was a comfy mattress.

"Do you need help?" She heard Damien say like a concerned gentleman and she could have thrown him a fierce glare only if she could see his face.

Obviously she needed help, did it look like she didn’t need help?! She wanted to scream and cuss at them both, but mostly she wanted to kick Draco so hard in the groin, there was no way he wouldn’t feel it, but unfortunately she was stuck beneath him and couldn’t move.

She wanted to spew out a snarky reply, but Draco beat her to it when it was obviously directed to her.

"I’m fine." She heard Draco say in a muffled tone as his face was buried in her neck, his voice didn’t sound weak, although it was strained and slightly hoarse.

"Please get off of me!" Rama snapped in a loud tone, her voice reverberating loudly in the cave. She could feel her veins almost pop in her neck, he was crushing her with his large body and gradually her body turned numb from poor blood circulation.

Draco took every precious second of his time as he gradually planted his palms on the ground, he hovered above her for a second before standing up on his feet.

She growled through gritted teeth as she shot him a glare, he didn’t catch sight of. She wanted to snap at him for his outrageous behaviour. She felt as if he had acted it out on purpose, but when she saw his condition, she became tight lipped. It appeared bad.

His body swayed, but not enough to make him pass out, which she wondered if it could be possible.

"How did you let a witch get to you?" Damien muttered as he ran his fingers through his red locks in exasperation and Rama couldn’t help but admire them under the illumination of the dim light. His gaze swiftly averted to her and he caught her staring, his red eyes squinted slightly when he did and she quickly looked away, mortification washing down on her.

Draco didn’t reply and instead leaned his figure against the rocky wall, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, while waiting for Zamiel’s return.

"What exactly happened? I know witches poison doesn’t affect you much." Damien said unnervingly.

"They sold their souls to the devil apparently." Draco said with a lazy nonchalant voice and Damien’s carefree expression drastically turned into a grim one.

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[Malika and Zamiel’s side story]

Malika meekly followed behind Zamiel as he trod down a passageway that had fewer torches compared to the entrance.

His towering figure and his broad back made her feel twice as small as she was, she wondered if it was possible to be that big or she was just the small one. She had that physical appearance of a thirteen year old, golden locks, chubby flushed cheeks and large amber eyes with thick long lashes.

Her figure was quite small and she could pass for a fifteen year old if not for the visible curves she possessed, with hips and waist like hers, it made it easier to believe she was eighteen, although most still doubted.

Her eyes peered into his back as he moved without saying a word, it felt as if she was invisible to him and she preferred it that way, at least she wouldn’t have to stutter from fear or have a heart attack trying to reply or converse with him.

He suddenly halted in his movement and she halted too immediately.

"Why didn’t you go with Damien?" Zamiel queried, the rigidity and stiffness of his voice made her think she did something wrong.

He didn’t wait for her to reply before saying, "He would have prioritized you, in case something happened."

He started walking again and this time, her heart raced hard against her ribcage, threatening to burst out of her chest any moment.

She had instinctively chosen to go with Zamiel since he had healed her when she was brutally wounded, not to forget he inflicted the injuries on her, but still he saved her after all. Besides the fact he saved her, she safely assumed she was more acquainted with him even though she was intimidated and terrified of him, but the devil she knew was better than the angel she was oblivious of.

The fact that he undoubtedly stated out that he didn’t care about her wellbeing made her wary, although Damien seemed to be more carefree and well mannered, it didn’t dissuade his dark aura of melancholy, he seemed more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, luring sheep’s into his den to devour them.

A vampire with the mask of a gentleman unnerved her even more. The devil she knew was better than the angel she didn’t know.

Zamiel scoffed darkly and her amber eyes enlarged as she suddenly remembered he could read her mind and she hoped inwardly he wasn’t offended by any of her thoughts. Although the fact that he was being intrusive didn’t sit well with her, but she wouldn’t dare oppose against a vampire lord.

Last thing she wanted was her tongue ripped off.

"If I could, I wouldn’t listen to human’s thoughts. Always revolves around hate for vampires or..." He trailed off and then silence followed. He seemed to hate speaking unless it was relevant.

"I don’t hate vampires." Malika said with a low voice, barely a whisper and he veered around to face her, his crimson eyes piercing into hers, that empty expressionless face came into her view.

For the first time, she saw a grin split through his lips very slowly, but it never reached his eyes. It was an empty dark smile, revealing his elongated canines.

She felt her skin crawl with terror, the smile creeped her out in terrifying ways she couldn’t explain, the hair on her neck stood erect. She undoubtedly preferred his bland face, no devilish grins that made him look like a demon from hell.

Her body trembled slightly and her feet subconsciously moved back. She felt adrenaline course through her veins.

The grin immediately dropped to be replaced with that hard stoic expression on his face, his cold souless eyes piercing into hers, even with him being intimidating and spine chilling, she couldn’t deny how gorgeous he was, he was sculpted to perfection to an unreal level, but the lurking danger in his red eyes rang a mighty warning bell in her head and a tremendous red flag waved right in front of her face.

"Fear turns into hate." Zamiel remarked and he veered around as he proceeded down the passageway. She stood frozen for a moment before following behind him as she gained her composure.

His words rang into her ears subconsciously and she wondered if he was right.

She hoped inwardly she hadn’t offended him with her fear, no one would want to be seen as a monster even if they were one, the thought of being feared and loathed was a depressing feeling and her fear drastically turned into empathy.

She understood they were only following their vampire instincts, feeling superior and dominating over the human race, she had always wondered why it was impossible for both kinds to cohabit, when they still used the female humans for procreation like she had overheard the maids conversing.

She followed behind Zamiel as they emerged into an enclosed space where a stone pyre was seated at the middle with a green glowing glass orb atop it.

Malika gasped in awe with widened eyes as she caught sight of the orb which undoubtedly belonged to a witch, the humans had fables about witches and growing up, she figured it could be all made up, but seeing the orb made her realize it wasn’t as they were told witches had magical orbs too.

Zamiel approached the stone pyre where the orb laid and he extended his hand toward it, but then halted as he stared at it thoughtfully, contemplating whether to touch it or not.

He finally picked it up and the orb glowed with an intensifying brightness. The glow gradually subsided and a face manifested in the glass orb.

Malika’s brows creased hard in confusion as her amber eyes narrowed to the girl’s smiling face that materialized on the orb.

"Is that me?"