Draziel's POV
Is she mad?!!!!
Damnations How could a lady be this—this! Harsh!
Was she trying to kill herself? How could anyone try to kill themselves all of a sudden, unprovoked? Worse, she had unknowingly tried to kill me in the process. When I saw her, I saw a death threat. I just didn't acknowledge how quick it took to set off.
My heart weighed a ton. I tried to make sense of everything that happened in mere seconds. I had sent the guards to call her they were the highest-ranked security. I knew people were talking. I knew my people they were curious, and they might bully her until she gives them news. I sent them to protect her.
My weary eyes scanned everywhere for a possible trigger, but there were none. Then why would any sane person hit their head so hard? I peeked through blurred vision to see little trace of flesh on the bars, the dread gnawed at me as her blood snaked down the bar.
She's insane!
I cradled her in my hands, tapping her cheeks as my back sagged further and further into the wall. I hadn't felt this much fear in a whole century. And I haven't felt this much vulnerability in all my life, so many emotions that left me huddled in the corner with her body in my arms, almost lifeless, the air around becoming dense as I forced her through my nose and forced it out of my mouth.
The sight of fresh blood trickling down her face was worse than stardust being driven through my heart. I wiped it with my hands and then onto my body, hoping it would stop the bleeding, but she's mad, she's a mad lady! I am mated to a madwoman! No!
I cleaned my shaky palm. I pulled my garment, and I rubbed it tenderly on her head. She's crazy! I only wanted to seclude her so I could feed her. She hasn't eaten in days. I fear she will break down. Humans can only go so far without food or water, all I wanted to do was feed her.
My garments were awfully stained, and the blood didn't cease; she would die here. I would die here too, I could feel my inside combust with fear. pain! so many unpleasant feelings, and I pulled her in my arms and then stood to my feet. The gates were locked I could not move fast enough on foot till I got to the medical center.
If I flew, she would have a chance to be saved. But she would be burnt alive if I wasn't careful enough. If she dies. I die.
The terror of this realization led me to the center of the field, where I let half my beast out. Wide wings sprout from behind me, tearing my garment and the soil beneath my feet as I lower myself for takeoff. It was best I took my chance at saving her life the wrong way than carefully killing her.
I would barely live to see another day if that happened. Thousands of feet in the sky, I scanned the compartments below for the medical center, paranoia led me to search in haste, as I could already feel her skin burn in my arms. The fibers of her garment shrivel as it makes impact with my skin.
And soon the heat would reach her skin. By the time I fly to the medics, she would be nothing but bones. It was at that moment I realized the true toughness of the decision and what was next.
The center was just below me, but I was thousands of miles up in the air. I morphed back, letting my wings back in, and in a second we were falling down from the sky. I held her body in mine, wrapping her within like my life depended on it because it did as we braced for impact.
The moment my back hit the floor, I felt the earth give way while shards of glass and dust formed a wall around us, everything shook with similar terror as in my heart. By the time it all came back falling, I braced her even tighter, shading her from the impact.
It rained broken glass before the dust gave way for the sky, and I could see further than her body. I could see faces now. Faces of people who were curious and potentially people who could save her. My body had lost its will. And all my energy was channeled to my arms, which wrapped around her.
"Lord Draziel…"
"It's the Lord."
"It's Draziel?"
Her heartbeats were slow against mine, weak even.
Curse my existence. If I was meant to die like this, why did the sun god put so much responsibility in my path?
Someone came before me, it was Kealith. He stared down at me, more confused than anyone, but unlike everyone who stood and questioned why I fell from the sky, he stared at her, the bridges of confusion settled on his face smoothened as he leaned over, pulling my hands apart.
"Call the medic! Maryam!" I let him pull my hands apart as he pulled her out.
"You have to be?" His eyes met the lady in my hands, then went back at me, a slight frown resurfaced before he ran back, and in a matter of seconds I lost sight of him as he carried her inside. I had never wanted anything more than for her to survive nothing had ever been as important as her survival.
Slowly I drowned in the depth of darkness. I heard Seraphine's voice now.
"Ziel! How dare you!" Seraphine yelled as she shoved me backward. Her hard fingers slapped my chest as she trudged before me. "You stupid boy!" She slapped me hard again till I was knocked down to the floor.
"Who is she? You almost lost your life because of her! Who the hell is she?" Her eyes blurred with murderous heat as she stared down at me.
"Figure this out before she ruins everything for you. Find Levia if that's what it takes! Find out who she is and kill her!"