87 Strange Difference In His Demon Bite
Striding past the upstairs hallway, Annaâs mind was preoccupied with some deep thoughts as she forced her feet to move. She couldnât afford to lose her guard since these men were cautiously tailing behind her.
âBut what if it doesnât work?â she worriedly thought to herself, absentmindedly biting the skin in her left cheek while knitting her fingers together at her front.
She only came across the solution to Demon bites in one of the books at the library back in Viscarrian. She really had no idea what pushed her into reading it but she did.
Maybe because getting to know more about Demons turned out to be quite interesting and frightening at the same time.
She hasnât tried such a healing method before and this would be her first time treating a demon bite.
âWhat do I do? And Roshan has refused to help me with this.â one look at her face and itâd be easy to detect her anxiety. She appeared lost, confused, afraid and somewhat upset too.
She couldnât possibly handle this alone, she needed someone by her side, even if itâs to build up her courage or assure her everything would be fine, but she was going to face this alone.
She let out a soft sigh when suddenly, a painting at the left side of the wall caught her attention. An impulse that couldnât be ignored made her look up to see the painting.
âDragon?â she silently uttered. It was no ordinary dragon but a black dragon. The artist made sure it stood at the top of a mountain, with a blazing yellowish-orange fire burning bright behind it like it just finished creating a never ending chaos. It looked realistic in the painting, giving a high accordance to the artist and it was something admirable.
.....
But why did it give her the chills?
The more she stared at it, the more realistic it turned out to be. The expression on the dragonâs face showed extreme fierceness, itâs golden eyes were filled with terror, anguish, a deadly warning as though making a silent promise only she could understand.
She wanted to avert her gaze, but found it impossible to look away. Instead she had the urge to run her fingers through the painting, wanting to confirm if the dragon on the wall was real or if it was an actual painting.
âMiss, can you hear me?â And Anna was quickly broken from her trance as she instantaneously met one of the guards expressionless stares. She only realized they had stopped walking after being brought back to the present and her anxiety slowly grew worse.
What was it about that painting?
âWeâre here.â The guard said to her before pointing at the door in front of her. Annaâs gaze followed his hand and stopped after sighting the big red door in front of her.
âShould I....?â She made a gesture on whether itâd be necessary to knock or she should just enter at their orders.
âEnter, the Mayorâs son is unconscious anyway.â William spoke from behind. After gaining their permission, she twisted the door knob before giving it a gentle pull.
It quietly creaked open and when she took a step into the lit room, the three maidens who were tidying the place up paused at the presence of someone.
William followed suit and stood in front of Anna.
âSheâs with me.â He assured them while trying to boast his own authority in the Mayorâs mansion, âif youâll excuse us.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
At his words, the maids politely nodded before stepping out of the room, but their questionable looks hadnât left Anna yet till they were out of the room.
âHeâs over there.â William pointed at the big mattress that was beautifully draped with transparent white curtain.
Anna slowly approached the bed, her soft footsteps made a clicking sound to the tiled floor. She reached the edge of his bed and gently pulled the curtains to one side.
The young looking man she was staring at had his eyes sealed shut as he laid unmoving on the bed. He looked sickly pale, the color of his lips had faded a bit leaving it somewhat dry like that of a dead person. He was currently sweating due to the effects of the demon bite. Anna didnât need anyone to tell her the bite wasnât something of recent.
âItâs gotten really worse.â She felt his forehead with the back of her palm and took notice of the quick rise in his temperature.
âWhere was he bitten?â
âOn his left arm.â
Anna raised his sleeve with lots of care and stopped after sighting the wound close to his elbow. The demon bite mark she was seeing here was a complete contrast to the one on her neck. It was obvious the poison had spread because his veins had turned a shade dark, like the venom was slowly absorbing his energy.
âCan you heal him like you said you would?â William didnât hide the doubt in his tone. âThe best physicians in Arkville have tried their very best in healing Nicholas and getting him off this suffering state, but nothing worked. What makes a mere mortal capable of doing something we canât?â
âItâs actually very simple sir.â She politely said while turning around to look at him. The man before her barely reached her shoulder but it wasnât something that bothered her much.
âItâs all about gaining more knowledge, it is possible that the physicians in Ark Ville know the herbs used in treating Demon bite, but arenât particularly sure on how to use it.â
Williamsâ hairy brows furrowed at her words, âmeaning?â
âDemon bites vary as they tend to be different species of them, so their healing methods are bound to have some differences. Iâm just saying but if Iâm not mistaken, this doesnât look like any normal Demon bite.â
She turned to look at the demon bite in his arm. The one on her neck has just too tiny holes caused by Roshan, but the one on his arm has up to four holes, did he get bitten twice?
âIf I succeed in treating him, will I be free to leave?â She had to be sure that they werenât going to turn their backs on her after making use of her knowledge.
William nodded with full honesty. âThe Mayor never goes back on his word, as long as you succeed in treating his son, youâll be free to leave Ark Ville.â
That reassuring response calmed Annaâs heart a bit, âOkay then, Iâll need some herbs, is it possible to get some Golden Anise, Dicria root, vechi leaf smoothly pounded with uhm some hazel spice....â She kept on listing the necessary herbs and once she was done, William nodded.
âIt can all be arranged.â
âThatâs good then, but can you hurry up with them please? Delaying much further will only slow the healing process.â
Williamâs half concerned stare shifted to Nicholas, it took a few seconds before he responded with a nod of his head.
âIâll assign the maids to get them ready.â
He left the room after that.
Ten minutes later, Anna was given the herbs she had asked for. She stared at the yellowish-brown substance in her palm before gently applying it to Nicholasâs injury.
She wiped the sweat that ticklishly rolled to her chin, using the back of her sleeves and a tired sigh left her lips as she continued to treat him for almost twenty minutes now.
âCome on, respond.â She silently prayed in her head, hoping to get some response from him but he remained unmoving.
âWhy arenât you responding?â A worried expression masked her pretty face as she sank to the ground, feeling tired already. It couldnât be it was too late, or could it?
If only Roshan was here to assist.
âThinking about me?â The velvety deep voice that spoke behind her, jolted Anna back to the situation before her and her head instantly whipped to the direction of the door.
Roshan stood there, leaning against the edge of the door as he waited for her response. The same expressionless stare of his was something she had gotten used to and a happy smile slowly crossed her lips without her even realizing it.
âRoshan, youâre.... youâre here.â She got to her feet and hurried to go meet him, surprised to actually see him standing before the door post.
But how is he here?
âWhere are the guards meant to guard the door?â She asked while stealing a peek at the empty corridor, but a surprised gasp left her lips when Roshan grabbed her arm and pulled her back so she could meet his gaze.
He took notice of the tiredness in her face and flicked her forehead.
âDonât be this foolish next time, learn to accept the fact you canât do this without me, I hate to see my human getting worked up for someone else.â