Demonic Spell II

Recipe 22

RECAP

Illia was as speechless as Thallan when they saw Soleil lean over Elisha’s still form and locked his lips over hers, and both of their eyes widen when a soft, ethereal glow pulsed from between their merged lips.

Thallan couldn’t believe that the Fomorian will exert such effort to stop Elisha from dying to the extent of sharing not only his blood but his own lifeforce.

He was giving parts of his soul to sustain her life and sharing his blood to heal her wounds, it’s a unique gesture that was more intimate and held a deeper and symbolic meaning than mere sex.

It’s was something that only True Mates could do for each other, an ultimate sign of mutual trust, of knowing that your soulmate will not drain you dry of blood or suck all of your soul.

Soulmate? True mates.. Thallan staggered back when the knowledge hit him like a physical blow.

They’re Mates.

The Fomorian is Elisha’s mate.

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No matter how much Thallan would like to deny that Elisha or rather her ‘mate’ found her, the proof was happening right before his eyes; when the Fomorian lifted his lips from Elisha and slowly drew his hand out of her chest, and he can clearly hear the strong beats of her heart, it was getting stronger and stronger as it slowly heal itself but the wound that Illia inflicted was still raw and showing no signs of healing.

And he wanted to know the reason why.

Turning around to confront Illia, he found nothing but an empty space behind him; his mate run-off and left him.

Growling lowly to his errant mate, he threw one last look at Elisha’s direction and decided that she was safer with her ‘possible’ mate than with him before he followed after his own mate.

He wants answer and only Illia could give him that.

The tension that hung and constricts the air of the mausoleum and makes it feel like a closed-in space despite of its mammoth size vanished from the moment that Thallan left, and Soleil sighed in relief as he the rigidity that made his body tense and ready to attack if the demon make an aggressive move towards him vanished as well.

He placed Elisha back down on his cape and tenderly brushes away the hair clinging on her damp face. He couldn’t stop the shudder from racking his body when he stared down on her prone figure. He was so close on losing her before he can even find her and if he didn’t heard her soul’s denial to die across the vast space of the Parallel Realm he would never know the danger she was in.

“I almost lost you.” He whispered while caressing her pale cheeks. Her soul’s screams resemble those of a wounded animal’s pitiful cries for help and it still rang fresh on his ears, forever embedding the horrifying sound in his memory.

His eyes drifted on her chest wound, growling lowly when he saw that it was still fresh despite the fact that the one that he made to access her heart was fully healed but he was thankful that his own lifeforces had made some improvement on her because the blood that was flowing from the succubus’ inflicted wound was finally stemmed.