To His Hell and Back-Chapter 141: Don’t Mess With The Weak-II

Nora squirmed for a release and she tried not to look at Arabella’s green burning eyes though it didn’t fall through as in the end she locked eyes with the human girl and once she did, she couldn’t bring herself to look away at all.

Her entire soul felt pinned to its place when their eyes met. In a second all she could see was Arabella’s green dilated eyes and a sudden darkness overwhelmed her. Her body began to tremble, her skin paling and eventually losing its color entirely, turning ashen.

From Nora’s red eyes, blood began to drip profusely down her cheeks and an odd black gas began to seep out from her lips slowly oozing toward Arabella’s fingertips as if slowly being absorbed. In the beginning, Nora tried to release herself from her gasp but eventually, she stopped moving with her feet, floated slightly above the floor began to twitch weakly. Her feet flailed for help until it didn’t move and came to an entire stop.

In a matters of seconds, Nora’s entire body slackened as though something had been drained from her, something vital and deeper like her soul.

The black gas leaking from her lips twisted unnaturally in the air, slow and deliberate like a living smoke. It coiled along Arabella’s hand, like a small adorable tendril which then slid to her fingers and disappeared beneath her skin, continuously being extracted and perhaps even devoured.

Yet despite all this, Arabella stood still, unblinking even in front of the eerie scene even though she could feel that Nora’s heartbeat had come to a stop.

Her expression remained vacant, while her green eyes glowed faintly, not with her usual warmth but with an otherworldly chill of satisfaction.

Nora’s arms dangled at her sides now, and her once sharp red eyes were dimmed for good, losing their luster. Her body convulsed once but then stilled until there was no more energy or desire in her body for an escape. She wasn’t only unconscious but hollowed.

Despite this Arabella showed no sign of concern and watched as things embarked in front of her with an utter serenity.

Her green eyes were still dilated and it didn’t feel human any longer as if caging something inside that was finally allowed to be let out.

Meanwhile, the black smoke that had entered her body seemed to have caused the fever inside her to disappear completely. All the pain that was showing on her body had disappeared. This should have been good, if not for how the black smoke had instead breathed something new into her veins, causing the ancient letters that had disappeared from her body earlier to pulse and come back to life, now glowing faintly in a slow beat.

Then, almost gently, Arabella let go of Nora’s body, dropping it down like a lifeless doll with no spine. Nora crumpled at once on the cold marble floor her limbs sprawled while her eyes were still wide open in a bleak horror. But all lights from her eyes had disappeared and no more breath could be felt from the once furious vampiric maid.

But even at the death, Arabella didn’t look down. She had drifted her gaze to the window instead, her expression still unreadable while a soft melody echoed from her lips to fill the quiet room.

Arabella had finally changed somehow. Something that had been lying dormant in her was finally awoken. Something that didn’t belong in a human vessel and yet was bound to one now.

And it was hungry.

Yet even after taking a life, Arabella remained disturbingly peaceful. There was no flicker of remorse across her features, only such an unnatural stillness. Then as if bored, she stepped over Nora’s lifeless body like the death never mattered to her, making her way toward the window with a hum between her lips.

Leaning forward, she then rested her elbows on the wooden frame, relaxing as though she was simply about to gaze at the moon and admire its beauty. Her green eyes, now unnervingly vibrant, gleamed as they searched through the darkness of the night sky. She ignored the beautiful full moon that graced over the sky, instead her eyes had focused on the heart of Devon, more intently on the black smoke that had appeared in the sky.

The sight should be too far for her to see and yet now Arabella could see it. She could also see how the smoke billowed like a plague, coloring the already dark clouds with soot. She then watched the smoke for a moment longer, and then slowly a soft dreamy smile appeared on her lips as if she was about to see the love of her life once more.

She lifted her fragile fingers that had taken life innocently over the window and began to sing a different hum between her lips. The song she sang was like a nursery rhyme but one that was far too ancient for anyone to recognize. It was tilting and eerie yet beautiful to the ears nevertheless.

Then in a trance, she traced a small heart into the fogged glass directly over where she could see the black smoke had erupted from. Her head swayed gently from side to side, glowing with such happiness that only she could ever understand.

She then saw Renard, the blue haired vampire who had always stuck beside Cassius like a glue, who had stood horrified in front of the brothel’s building that had been covered with fire and smoke. He had come early by running in speed faster than any carriage or stallion but was too late as when he had arrived he found that the entire building was burning, crackling in the odd greenish flame that didn’t seem to be anything a human could start.

Then in panic, he rushed into the fiery brothel yelling from the top of his lungs, "YOUR HIGHNESS!"

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Renard recalled how Cassius had jokingly mentioned that the late Queen had always despised fire. Not because of how hot and how dangerous it could be but because the Late Queen had always warned Cassius that fires would be the source of his death.

To see such flame in a place where his Master should be with the cursed fire that was foresighted to be his doom, Renard began to sweat a bucket.