Prince Among Mortals (Boyxboy)

Chapter 4

 If there was one thing that Sebastian hated the most, it was having people not getting to the point. He could see the big picture; he didn’t need little details. A tall and rangy man in his mid fifties with blue small eyes and balding grey hair stood over him, examining his right shoulder with his creepy long fingers.

This was Greg, a doctor for Sebastian’s family—which was quite large. However, the family was divided. His mother’s side of the family had disowned his father’s side of the family and there was a heated rivalry that lasted for centuries. Thankfully, Greg had chosen Gabriel and Odette—Sebastian’s parents—over Odette’s nagging and control freak parents.

Greg was going on about how Sebastian was putting to much stress on himself and how rest was the key to healing and also how punishment from God can be, and was in Sebastian’s case, lethal. The wound on the billionaire's shoulder was a large, deep abrasion. It was like someone had bit into him and ripped a chunk of skin and muscle right out. The edge around the wound was an ash color and the raw muscle underneath was slowly deteriorating away. The Devil’s Eye, a strange mark made from his own blood that sat on his right shoulder, was gone. . .for now. It would be back when his shoulder healed. It was a curse from God (or so everyone assumed) and he had it since the day he was born. Richard got lucky because for some reason, he didn’t have one. 

Sebastian, on the other hand, wasn’t as lucky. Mother and Father were worried sick when they saw it  and most people assumed that he was going to die one day. Maybe he was and as far as Sebastian could tell, he probably had a few years left.

Finally fed up with Greg beating around the bush, Sebastian looked up with a glare. “For the sake of my life, get to your point and tell me why this happened!”

Greg flinched, not expecting him to go off like that. He took a moment to recover, “Well, as I have said, curses act as a punishment and sometimes have a time frame. Others react to certain things that the individual is or isn’t supposed to be near. In this case, the Devil’s Eye has reacted to. . ."

“Don’t tell me. . . .”

“ ‘The Child’.” 

Sebastian stared at him, becoming pale for a moment.  “How?” he tried not to sound disturbed by the matter. “I didn’t run into anyone who could’ve been ‘The Child’.”

Greg stepped away and sat in the armchair near the fire place. “When did you noticed that?” he pointed to the wound.

“Yesterday night.”

“Did you touch anyone over the last three days?”

He nodded. He shook many hands, let his new friends slap him on the back a time or two and put their hands on his shoulder. But they were adults, not—

“Dammit.”

Greg raised a brow and waited.

“I shook a few kid’s hands while I was visiting the high school on Friday. Dammit. One of them must of. . . . .”

Greg raised a hand for silence. “Even if one of them was ‘The Child’, you can’t be certain to whom it is. Unless you noticed the Devil’s Eye burning after touching one of the students, which seems unlikely,” he shook his head, “there’s no way to tell.”

Sebastian sat up and leaned forward. That was a big discovery. Now he didn’t have to travel to another country again. But now new problems where welcoming him. First off, he couldn’t touch boy’s blood. That was a big no-no otherwise, it was the cemetery for him. 

Second, he couldn’t let ‘The Child’ fall into the wrongs hands or that really would be the end for both of them. So, you have a child who, depending on your beliefs, was cursed/blessed and who’s life doesn’t even matter to those who knew about the deceiving prophecy. Then there’s Sebastian who can be hurt or even killed even if boy’s blood touched him and he was dying anyway.