Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0041] - The Nightmare

Blut es tu, mir blut es

Phrase

Translation: The Blood you bleed is the blood you own!

Definition: This Menschen saying embodies the acceptance of one's inherent nature and destiny, symbolized through the metaphor of blood, whether it be red, blue, green, or stone. The phrase emphasizes the inevitability and ownership of one's true self, irrespective of its form or colour.

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Mediah awoke to the blare of trumpets heralding the dawn in Keblurg. He could feel a strong aroma of lilac and cinnamon, which seemed to permeate the room. He turned his head, still groggy, and noticed beside him lay two women, their elfin naked bodies entwined in slumber—or so it appeared.

Mediah gently placed two fingers on one woman's neck, feeling the reassuring throb of her pulse. As an incubus, his magic, though powerful, was draining to wield, and replenishing it was a necessity often fraught with moral ambiguity.

The quickest and most efficient means to restore his strength was through sex, an act that invariably provided him a bed to rest, especially during these bitterly cold nights. And to be honest, it was undeniably fun.

"Good morning," one of the elves beside him greeted, turning to face him as she casually intertwined her leg with his. "Did you Enjoy yourself last night?"

"It was satisfactory," Mediah responded, attempting to disentangle himself from her gently, "but I really must be going now."

"We could have a bit more fun," she suggested flirtatiously.

"Unfortunately, I'm a bit short on funds," Mediah replied, lifting his upper body in an effort to leave the bed.

"Why don't we see if she's up for another round?" the elf said, turning to nudge her friend. "Hey!" she called, trying to rouse the sleeping elf. She shook her again. "Come on, Nadia, wake up. Nadia?"

Mediah's heart rate spiked, sensing something amiss. He quickly placed two fingers on the girl's neck. There was a pulse, but it was faint. "Damn it!" he cursed.

The Magi's eyes narrowed as he noticed the vivid red lips of the elf lying beside him. Gently, he brushed his thumb across her lips, hoping it was just makeup, but the colour didn't budge, and it confirmed his worst fears – this was an elf with red blood.

Swiftly, he turned the elf onto her back and began emergency procedures, breathing into her mouth in an attempt to revive her. He placed his hands on her chest, pressing rhythmically, counting to three with each compression, before returning to administer another breath.

The other elf, witnessing this frantic scene, asked in a near-panic. "What is happening to her?"

Mediah responded, holding his anger, "Your friend has red blood. It's a fucking miracle she's even still breathing!"

"Did you kill her?"

Frustration creased Mediah's brow as he replied, "I specifically requested elves with green blood. Did you not think for a second what would happen if an incubus like me drained energy from a human?"

"Is she...?"

The tension was abruptly cut short by a loud, gasping inhale from Nadia. Mediah, upon seeing the first elf start to breathe again, quickly gathered his clothes. With a stern expression, he extended his hand towards the girls.

"What?" the second elf asked.

"Refund," Mediah demanded bluntly.

"You're joking?"