Episode 16

"The belovian cult. They're a cult who was formed to summon forth and worship Zyda Cammalleri. A powerful demon who reigned with terror over 300 years ago. They've been spreading their teaching all over Osnia. Hence, there have been a large amount of people joining the cult." Lyon stated tiredly.

Sirius's thoughts were somewhere else. It had been a week since they were attacked and Zohar's situation hadn't gotten better. The wolfsbane was out of his system but his fever was sky high. Nile noticed the count's agitated expression and frowned himself. Cilio had been completely worried for his brother. Plus, there was the fact that as soon as Cilio was rejuvenated, he was flipping off Nile like no tomorrow.

'My puppy's pissed at me.' He thought, a pout forming. "Stop pouting! It's weird!" Sirius exclaimed, weirded out. Nile's face erupted into a bright shade of red, choke coughing and averting his eyes away.

Lyon, Nathaniel and Bethlehem looked at the duo with judgemental glares. 'Weird, ' they dramatically thought. "Anyways, we'll be holding off our search for a bit or at least til Zohar has regained his health." Sirius indefinitely stated. His tone leaves no room for arguments.

Everyone else nodded their head and quietly excited the room. Sirius walked down the Renaissance art filled hallway, which was the only hallway that the walls were black and the floors and ceiling crimson. His mixed colour hair was loose. Strands falling over his shoulder and his long bangs covering his face. His gold cross earrings were hanging majestically down his ears.

He wore a cotton linen shirt with an open v neck. He also wore black leather trousers that hung to his legs and a pair of black square toed, leather laced up boots. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to the right, where a large crimson door stood.

This was a special unit for members of the family that were unwell. You may even call it the hospital within the palace. He opened the door and was immediately greeted by a tall male. He was pale and sickly looking. He had bags under eyes and wore round glasses.

He wore a standard doctor's coat and scrubs underneath. His lips were chapped, eyes golden and hair shoulder length and aqua blue. Sirius walked up to the doctor and offered a small smile. He then looked at the weakened Zohar, who laid unmoving on the bed. An IV drip inserted into his arms and an oxygen mask placed on him too.

He was deathly pale and that worried Sirius quite a bit. Wolfsbane was extremely dangerous to wolves/werewolves. It was to some extent dangerous to vampires too. "I've found the cause of why he's in this state." Dr Blaize's deep voice stated lazily. Sirius snapped his head towards the doctor, eyes wide and eager to know.

"The wolfsbane triggered something else within him. It's actually never happened before and I was quite surprised myself." Sirius quietly listened to the explanation.

"He has fever like symptoms simply because the wolfsbane triggered his heat cycle." The doctor nonchalantly finished. Sirius's widened even more. 'Zohar was in the heat?' He questioned in awe.

"He'll be given suppressants but I hardly believe that will work. Since you killed everyone in Larmino and he obviously can't fuck his brother, the suppressants will have to do." Doctor stated, a hint of sarcasm dripping from his words.

They both snapped their heads when they heard the sounds of whimpers and moaning. Zohar's face was flushed and he broke out into cold sweat. Sirius felt something stir in him when he heard those sounds. Blaize could see the look in Sirius's eyes, so he smirked and cleared his throat.

"There's also another way he can be helped." Blaize cunningly stated. Sirius looked up confused.

"You can fuck him instead."