Akasha rampage part 1

As Akasha sank her vampire fangs into the neck of a young man in his twenties, the tranquility of the chamber was shattered by the sudden intrusion of fifteen individuals wielding an assortment of weapons, from swords to gleaming daggers. 

Their faces registered a mix of surprise and disbelief, clearly expecting to confront a group of palace guards rather than finding the queen of Kemet alone, encircled by a gruesome display of corpses strewn in piles of various sizes.

Whispers of prayers for the fallen resonated through the room, with some among the group recognizing the faces of loved ones among the dead, causing their grip on their weapons to tighten with a fierce resolve. 

One man, who recognized his own son among the deceased, directed his accusatory gaze towards the queen and demanded answers amidst a torrent of emotions.

"Why have you done this?" 

He thundered, his grief-stricken determination propelling him towards her with lethal intent.

Poised to strike her down with a swift blow aim for Decapitation.

Akasha, with a predatory calmness, removed her fangs from the young man's neck, releasing her hold on him, a look of satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as the lifeless young man collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud. 

The raging man came to a halt with concern etched on his features, he questioned her actions.

"What did you do to him!," to which she responded with a chilling demeanor.

"You dare enter without my say so,"admonishing his audacity for invading her domain without permission.

The group of intruders felt something was wrong, the enraged man asserted their collective superiority, angered by the tone of voice of the queen.

"We have weapons you are not in a position to speak to us in that way!"

Sensing a potential threat, Akasha turned her gaze towards them.

Quickly she understood these people who entered were not the royal servants.

As she came to this realization the man who spoke earlier yelled out a word.

"Die,"signaling an impending attack.

The air crackled with tension as the man swung his sword towards the queen, the blade gleaming malevolently in the dim light of the fire torches on the walls.

In a swift and fluid motion, Akasha intercepted the strike with her hand, halting the weapon's deadly arc mere inches from her throat. 

Gasps of disbelief filled the chamber as in the next moment the man slumped to the ground for all to view.

A gaping cavity where the man's heart should have been staining his chest where his heart had once beat, now clutched in the queen's hand.

A heavy silence descended, punctuated only by the sound of Akasha's teeth sinking into the man's heart, tearing through flesh and sinew with a hunger that bordered on primal. 

A low, guttural moan of satisfaction escaped her lips, reverberating off the chamber walls, a chilling symphony of death and dominion in the wake of her brutal reign.