The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 74: Who Slaughtered The Seers? II

Chapter 74: Who Slaughtered The Seers? II

In the dim light enacting from the candle light, the scene before Rama unveiled a gruesome tableau of guttural violence, that left Rama dumbstruck.

Everything was left untouched, but unfortunately not the seers.

The lifeless bodies of the seers lay sprawled amidst a swirl of crimson, the metallic scent of blood lingering heavily in the air.

Their bodies had been heavily mutilated as their barely connected limbs drowned in a rivulets pool of crimson. Deep gashes of claw marks left a gory pattern on their bodies.

Their necks had been slashed deeply, pulling out their carotid and ripping it in two, blood had poured as easily as water from a garden hose in a steady but dying rhythm.

Their guts were sprawled on the floor coated with crimson, their rib bones sticking into their organs after their chest was clawed out to reveal the blood curdling innards.

A hollow dent was fixated in their chests, their hearts missing in it, which Rama noticed was randomly dispersed on the bloody floor, blood gradually gushing out of it’s arteries in the slightly pulsating hearts.

Their beautiful white dress was torn to shreds from the inhumane vicious attack they suffered, painted a deep shade of red with their blood, their obsidian eyes were still open, but they were lifeless and void of a soul, detering the beauty that had laid within it as it lost its glow, an empty replica of the mesmerizing obsidian eyes she once gaped at.

Their silver hair slowly dyed red in blood as it sprawled on the blood covered floor.

The gore brought a wave of sickness that was far beyond physical retching.

She staggered a bit, unable to fully process what she was witnessing.

She still found it hard to believe that they were dead, she didn’t want to believe the fact that they were dead and would no longer be able to help her clarify the puzzling prophecy, because if they weren’t alive, then her future was hanging on either an inauspicious fate or an auspicious one.

The seers were dead, which left her with no answers, but why today of all days, why couldn’t whoever had murdered them waited for another day yet? She cried inwardly, but their gory pattern of death left room for sympathy, she couldn’t help but visualize the pain they suffered with no one to help.

"Draco wouldn’t like the news of this." Damien muttered beneath his breath with a grim look on his face.

Rama’s gaze narrowed to the wall when she saw strange things manifesting on it. She squinted her eyes on the wall, wondering if she was hallucinating because of shock from their unexpected death, but it was no hallucination of hers.

Shadows seemed to writhe, casting elongated forms that twisted and contorted as it danced eerily across the walls, absorbing the dim light emanating from the candle lights, provoking a dreary essence.

"Damien..." She whispered in unnerving disturbance.

Damien glanced at the shadows unfazed by the appearance before glancing back at her.

"It’s their souls, they’re divine seers so their souls wander in their abode for some time before they fade." Damien explained and she gasped.

It unnerved her seeing their souls wander, but she wondered more where they would fade into, presumably in a void of nothingness.

"They were recently killed." Damien muttered thoughtfully in an unfazed look as he scrutinized the scene, without the slightest of change in his expression as he was unaffected by the sight.

She had realized earlier that they were recently killed because of the slowly pulsating heart and their blood hadn’t clotted yet, which meant the killer was still close, but inwardly she hoped he wouldn’t go in search for the killer.

She could feel their inhumanity and the guttural sense from their murder, it was suffocating.

"No human or vampire did this, presumably the witches." Damien said thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin, crimson eyes squinting skeptically at the mutilated bodies of the seers.

"The witches?" She queried, fluttering her lashes in confusion.

"The varmints." Damien muttered darkly.

The varmints seemed like a plausible explanation of how they were brutally slain, but she couldn’t comprehend with the why, why would the witches want the seers dead? She pondered, but she couldn’t come up with a pragmatic answer.

"Why would the witches want them dead?" She blurted out.

"I wish I knew. They were valuable, both to Draco and the witches, they would have rather used them than kill them even if they were hiding something, it doesn’t sit right." Damien uttered as he sucked his breath between his teeth with a tentative look on his face.

Even though they had no idea who the killer was, one thing was undoubtedly certain, whoever killed the seers wanted something to stay hidden and never see the day of light.

"What if it wasn’t the witches?" She implied with a hint of uncertainty lingering in her voice.

Damien inhaled the scent of blood in the air again and then his brows creased darkly.

"They at least wounded one of them before they died, there’s a smell of blood that contrasts heavily to theirs." Damien remarked as he abruptly moved toward their unsightly corpses, blood soiling the sole of his boots as he stepped on the blood.

His eyes narrowed to a dark slit as he crouched down near a tiny pool of blood. His long red hair sprawled over his shoulders as he crouched, the tip almost touching the crimson floor which she watched eagerly, wondering how much redder it could get if it soaked in blood.

He dipped the tip of his index finger in the small pool of blood and casually brought it to his lips as he sucked on it.

His face suddenly turned dark as soon as the blood coated his tongue. He sprouted up on his feet, marching with long strides towards the exit as he moved past her, without a word.

She followed behind him after throwing a last glance at the mutilated bodies, as she sighed in exasperation.

She wanted to ask what was wrong as she realized something was undeniably wrong with the impulsive change in his mood, after tasting the blood. She wondered if it belonged to someone he knew, but she kept tight lipped still, not wanting to tick him off.

As soon as they entered the carriage, words rolled off her lips "Is something wrong?" Her intrusive mind forced the words out of her lips even though she had decided against asking.

"As a creature of darkness, there’s nothing right about your life." Damien said in a low voice evoked from darkness, as if his very essence had absorbed the malevolent energy of the seers abode, as he locked his gaze into hers, defying her ability to utter a word.

She gulped softly as she looked out of the window into the thick fog, as the carriage moved, making the tower diminish in size until it faded away from sight.

"Are you scared....of me?" His voice was rather airy, but it was still dark as he spoke.

She was intimidated, although not as much as Draco intimidated her, but she realized just how dangerous the three of them were, and the fact they hid their beastial sides beneath a mask, made her even more wary.

She averted her gaze slowly from the window to drop on him. He was patiently waiting for her response as he kept his unwavering gaze fixated on her.

"Not fear, I’m only mindful and very cynical." She replied stiffly with confident eyes peering back into his.

"Well, you have no reason to fear me, I wouldn’t like to drain a corpse." He said sarcastically and Rama let out a forced chuckle that came out dryly.

His brows furrowed, making her chuckle abruptly end.

"You’re doing it the wrong way." He said in a half hearted tone and she tilted her head up to look at him with a confused countenance.

"Doing what wrong?" She queried.

"Befriending your enemy." He replied in an amused tone between light chuckles, his face softening as his aura became less odious.

Rama was hit dumbstruck with his unanticipated words. She always seemed to forget that he could read minds.

She felt mortified that he already knew of her plans to befriend him, but he didn’t seem to be irritated, rather he seemed humoured, by her absurdity or epic fail?

"Don’t you feel repulsed by me now?" She queried.

"I feel humoured, it’s not unanticipated that you’ll portray your hate for us, it’s only natural." Damien replied nonchalantly as he shrugged his shoulders.

"So what exactly did I do wrong?" She queried in curiosity.

"Everything. I’m not human, I’m a different creature so firstly, figure out the creature you’re trying to befriend, you know nothing about me Rama, yet you think you do." Damien remarked with a sarcastic smirk curving the edge of his lip up.

"But I knew a lot about you from our first encounter." He added in.

"I see." She muttered, slightly intrigued.