The Possession-Draft 1

Chapter 7

Kira had been well away from the events that happened on that night in Ebonmoon household. She was resting, recovering from having come back from the dead, and had been sent to Lilith's Realm to learn of her new powers and about Tezrian.

It was only after Dracul, Noc, and Marc had come to retrieve her that she was made aware of what had happened. She was shaken, but demanded to see her lover as he lay recovering, still unconscious, on the same table she had been revived upon.

The children were back in the house, but it was quiet, the house of joy taking on a more somber tone while Chimney lay still on the table. After the removal of the parasite, Iblis had fallen, sending the others to retrieve her as he continued to weave Chim back together again. And now, Kira waited in the living room as Chim's bandages were changed.

Slowly they filtered out of the room, Dracul gave her shoulder a gentle pat as he went past, and Noc gave her a look of concern, but nodded with understanding. Iblis wobbled out last, gently taking her hand in his and walking with her to the dining room, her heart beating like a kettledrum. 

He gave her hand a small squeeze of reassurance,

"I must warn you...it's going to be a shock to see him...but I'm doing all I can to heal the damage..."

"Thank you Iblis..."

"I'll let you have some time alone, if you have need of me I'll be near...."

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the worst as she parted the curtain that separated the makeshift icu room from the rest of the kitchen. Despite the warning, and the preparation, she gasped and covered her mouth when she saw him, a strangled sob escaping her lips. Chim was laying on the massive table, surrounded by clean bandages, jars of strange smelling unguents, cast off ropes, torn open packages of meat, stones of various sizes and shapes, and bits of shredded clothing. A white sheet had been laid over his legs and abdomen, but a faint outline of the stomach mouth could be seen underneath. A glass bottle hung on a pole above the table, glowing fluid swirled slowly within. Connected to the bottle was a long series of tubing, leading to the inside of his right arm.

He looked worse than she had ever seen, his skin a pallid shade of his normal grey tone, his veins blackened and raised, his eyes closed and sunken into his face. He looked so thin, like he had been drained of all strength and vitality, his ribs showing under the thick bandage that had been strapped onto his chest.

She moved around the table to where his head lay on a pillow supplied by Iblis, along with bundles of clothing. His arms lay at his sides, his hands lax for once. She gently cradled his head in her arms, smoothing away some strands of hair that had become stuck to his forehead, and planted a soft kiss on his cold brow,"Chimney? You can't die, please don't die..."

His eyes shifted slightly under his lids, and they fluttered as he murmured quietly, his voice rough and cracking, "D-doll....F"

"Shhhhh, don't speak, just stay with me, please..."