Evil Reincarnated

Bathed in Blood

Vayle POV

"Help! He's dying!" I shout, stumbling out of a portal I had created out of panic. I had no idea where we were. Mazavir was too heavy and his blood was covering my hands. My grip on him was slipping. I set him down on the ground as I almost drop him.

My own blood covered me as well. Mazavir had long lacerations across his chest as if he had been scratched by some sort of large beast. I too wore similar wounds, mine weren't as severe though.

Someone runs over, crouching down beside Mazavir. It was a young man. "What happened?" He asks, inspecting Mazavir's wounds.

I take a step back to get out of his way. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I state, watching as he tears Mazavir's clothing to get a better look. The wounds were deep and blood was still oozing out of them.

"Do you have any clean cloth on you?" He asks calmly. I shake my head. "Help me move him." The young man grabs him by the shoulders so I take his feet. Together we carry Mazavir into what I assumed was the man's home. We lay him down on a spare bed in one of the rooms.

"Sit down. I'll take care of your wounds too." He says, gesturing to a chair near the bed. I do as he said. The man disappears then returns a few moments later with clean rags. He presses them to Mazavir wounds. "What's your name? I'm Alok."

"Vayle." I state, starting at Mazavir's unmoving form. "He's Mazavir."

"His wounds are severe." Alok says. "I won't be able to heal him myself. I've never seen a wound like this."

"No one's ever seen what made that wound." I state, standing up. Alok puts a hand on my shoulder, urging me to stay seated. Sighing in defeat, I stay seated.

"If you tell me what did this, It'll make it easier to treat. It got to you too, I'm sure you both want to be healed." Alok continues to put pressure on Mazavir's wounds. "Others will be coming to help."

I sit back and wait. I could feel myself growing weak from the wound, but I didn't think I could tell this man that another prime evil exist. Much less that I know him and he trained me to be a necromancer.

A little while later, a few more people enter the room. One leans forward and inspects Mazavir's wounds. One walks over to me. "Treat him first, then me." I state, pushing them away. They just nod and turn to Mazavir.

"She won't tell us what made the wound." Alok states. They look at me then back at Mazavir.

"It almost looks as if a demon got to him." Another healer stated. They then looked at me.

"That's close enough. A demon did attack us." I respond.

"That helps." Alok says. "You should've started with that. It'll be easier to do this if you leave. We'll tend to you when he's better. We don't need any distractions."

I nod. I understood what he was asking. I stand up, holding onto the wall to keep me steady. I take a deep breath, pushing myself away from the wall. Before I could process what happens next, my head hits the ground hard and everything goes black.

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I groan, sitting up. My head was spinning and my limbs felt heavy. I look around, Alok was standing over me. "Wha...?" I ask.

"You passed out." The healer states. "Your friend still hasn't woken up. I don't think we can heal him." Despite my lack of coordination and my dizziness, I sit up. "You should rest and worry about him later."

I ignore him and stand up. I was feeling a little better then I was before I passed out. I stumble my way out of the room, then look back at Alok. "Where is he?"