The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 73: Who Slaughtered The Seers?

Chapter 73: Who Slaughtered The Seers?

She looked out the window as the carriage rode through the forest path. She could feel his eyes on her, but she ignored, as her mind was crammed with thoughts that rebelled against her sense of intimidation or uneasiness, turning it null as the seers prophecies worried her more.

Every closer path they got to the seers abode made her heart throb in anticipation of what they would say to her, although they were always ambiguous and puzzling, she hoped they would give her a plausible clarification.

She was lost in her train of thoughts when Damien’s smooth deep voice broke her out of her reverie.

She averted her gaze from the window to look at the ethereal figure sitting opposite her, with one long leg crossed over the other in an elegant poise.

"You seem tense." His voice was as airy as the ocean breeze but deep.

Tense, she was.

"Anyone would be, I have no idea what to do even though I feel the need to do something, especially when they gave me such a mind fizzling prophecy. It’s frustratingly confusing and erratic." She blurted out in frustration, but immediately bit down on her lower lip to stifle more words from bursting through her lips.

"I’m sorry for babbling." She muttered dryly before turning her face away to stare out of the window into the forest, she could feel they were closer to the seers abode as they had arrived at the desolate forest with almost wilted trees, drained of life.

"I can read your mind either ways, so I’d rather you spoke." He said, with eyes peering lazily at her, as he tapped his long nails softly against his inclined knee.

It seemed like a fairly good opportunity to familiarize herself with her enemy better, so why not take it? She would firstly familiarize herself with his family before delving deeper as naturally as possible and enlighten herself better about the night creatures.

"Are you and Zamiel blood brothers?" She queried, because of the contrasting disparity between their colour of hair, although they possessed an indiffering resemblance to each other.

"Yes, we are. I understand your curiosity but he’s always been..."

"A self-centered, complacent elitist?" She interrupted blatantly without thinking twice, as she blurted out the words floating in her head. They were the first words that popped up in her head when she thought of him and they just escaped from her lips without caution.

He shot her a slightly perplexed look with one raised brow immediately the words rolled off her lips.

Immediately realizing her unfiltered spouting of words about his brother, she cringed.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..."

"You’re right, he is. He lives by logic and his pure rational reason, but beneath all the coldness, there lies a soft spot, which is definitely not for me." Damien laughed his words off with a half hearted chuckle, but beneath his crimson red eyes, a whiff of nostalgia flickered across them.

"Although he’s thoughtful, he healed Malika, my friend." She added in, coaxing the words to sound as temperate.

His red eyes dilated and his countenance abruptly turned into a surprise filled one, but then it abruptly dropped to be replaced with a neutral one, although it didn’t deter the surprise in his eyes.

"Well, that’s outrageously unbelievable, I doubt to believe Zamiel would waste a drop of blood on a vampire, talk less a human." Damien remarked in utter doubt coating his tone.

"Blood?" She repeated in confusion, as she waited for his explanation.

"We have the ability to heal a human with our blood." Damien explained straightforwardly and she nodded, intrigued by the new knowledge.

Although, Malika had told her that lord Zamiel had healed her, at that moment she found it hard to believe as Zamiel was always so rigid and self centered, so why on earth would he waste a drop of his blood on her? She pondered.

"What about the vampire king? Are you both related to him?" She queried when the carriage was almost plunging into utter silence.

"No, not at all, but we’re more closely related than the other vampires." He said.

"Because you’re pure breds?" She queried and a crooked smirk cut through his lips.

"You could say that." He replied sarcastically with slightly shrugged shoulders, earning a skeptical look from Rama as she squinted her jade eyes at him.

"Where are your parents then?" She blurted out and she saw his face turn grim.

"Dead" He replied in a clipped tone, not a whiff of feeling or emotion could be deciphered from his voice as he mentioned the word stiffly.

She wondered how their undoubtedly tragic tale would be narrated, they seemed to have gone through some hell of their own, but oddly her instincts pointed out that Draco had gone through worse, which made her curiosity intensify about what it was.

Obviously, she had uttered without thinking, reminding him of yet another nostalgic memory that seemed to burn through him, defying every sense of his charming nature as he turned stiff with a stoic countenance, making it seem as if his cheerful personality was but only an hallucination.

She pressed her lips straight in a thin line, regretting spewing those words, but the deed had already been done, so there was no use crying over spilt milk.

She wanted to familiarize herself with him, befriending her enemy, but rather it had to turn into an epic fail.

She sighed softly as the carriage plunged into dead silence and she looked out the window instead. She might have had an epic failure in familiarizing herself with him, but it was an epic success in ruining his mood, it was her specialty after all.

She continued staring out the window for God knows how long, but she didn’t dare look straight ahead when he would be the first thing in her sight.

Damien merely watched her as she continued staring out the window, avoiding his gaze until her eyelids fell heavy. She tried to keep them open, but she was overpowered and finally succumbed to sleep.

She leaned her head against the window, making her hair fall across her face to conceal it while she slept. She grunted softly from the uncomfortable sleep everytime the carriage would come across a bumpy path.

The carriage finally halted as they arrived at their destination but she was still asleep. She slept more comfortably when the carriage was unmoving.

Damien watched her for a while and was about to wake her up, but he halted his extended arm toward her and withdrew it back, crossing one leg over the other as he watched her sleep till she was awake.

Rama fluttered her lashes as she shot her eyes open, she felt rejuvenated from the map she took.

She sat up as she regained her composure, as sleep drifted away from her eyes. Her eyes darted aimlessly and it locked with Damien’s like a magnetic force.

She quickly averted her gaze, and then she realized the carriage wasn’t moving.

"We’ve arrived." Damien said in a neutral tone as he swung the carriage door open and got down with a swift movement. The thick fog enveloped his figure as soon as he got off the carriage, which made her follow behind in rushed movements as she didn’t want to lose him in the thick fog.

As usual, she couldn’t catch sight of the sun or the blue skies, as the misty fog enveloped the vicinity, plunging them into perpetual darkness as it stole their forms.

She moved behind Damien as he strode toward the tower that was the only thing not being swallowed by the fog, as it was perceptible to sight.

She dreaded history to repeat itself again when the varmints attacked she and Draco on their last visit to the seers.

She wondered if Damien was as strong as Draco to be able to take out the varmints if they appeared, she knew he wasn’t as powerful as Draco, but if he could easily take them out, then it wouldn’t be a big problem for Damien either.

She halted when Damien stopped moving and only then did she realize the door was left open, which depicted a sense of eeriness and cautiousness.

He went in nevertheless and she went in after him, but a gust of eerie wind whisked past them, shutting the door close with a bang which made Rama’s soul threaten to escape from her body.

She scrutinized the area for any signs of impending danger as her eyes darted frantically, but there was none, which made her wrecking nerves slightly calm down, but when she observed Damien’s neutral countenance, she figured she was overreacting because if there were any danger, he would have sensed it long before they entered the tower.

The snuffed out torches immediately lit up simultaneously, trailing upwards in the stairs leading to the top of the tower where the seers resided.

She sighed in relief as the torches lit up, while Damien inhaled deeply.

"I smell blood, a lot of blood." He muttered in a serious expression, leaving her struck dumb by the sudden news.

She wanted to speak, but he started moving toward the top as he clambered the stairs, so she moved behind him while remaining tight lipped as she swallowed back the words.

She forgot how long the stairs was because all she could think of at that moment was the seers.

She dreaded the fact that they were dead, that the blood Damien had caught scent of was theirs. If it was, then she would never be able to clarify the puzzling prophecy they left her to unravel herself. It made her body shudder unnervingly.

When they reached the top, Damien didn’t waste a single second as he swung the door open to reveal the bright room with lit up candles, only for them to meet the bloody pieces of the seers dispersed everywhere and rivulets of their blood painting the room a dark shade of red.

Who slaughtered the seers?