64 Pay The Price

After the successful ritual, Nero was brought to a spare chamber for intensive care and monitored through Johannes.

Athan sat on the edge of the bed, from the furniture that danced before him and the floor that moved like waves, crashing everything in its path. The ceiling that would fall at any moment couldn't help him but shut his eyes for good.

'Never thought he'd needed that much,' he then groaned under his breath.

Silence surged into the guest-chamber until only his throbbing head and beating heart was all he heard. His hands kneaded his head for the whole time as he tried to keep himself sane from the waning consciousness he had.

"You need blood."

Before he could slip into the darkness, her sultry voice pierced his ears with such an allure he could never refuse, making him perk up and glare at him between the gap of his fingers.

He got to fuss over the strange satchel bag that his familiar devoured. 'Perhaps that was the reason he got ill, so she came right away.'