The Overlords Witch {BL}

Chapter 16 - Phyllis

"Urgg" the witch woke up; his body was in enormous amounts of pain. With each fresh breath, he took his insides began to burn and churn. With much effort, he opened his heavy eyes and his sight was directed upwards.

Hovering over him was a familiar face, she appeared to be surprised and happy as she quickly put down a basin she was holding. She mouthed some words, but the witch couldn't hear as his whole being was groggy.

He was able to see her small figure scuttle past him. As she left, he remembered what had happened. That person was gone forever and he couldn't do anything. He was useless.

He felt a firm pain throbbing in his chest, he scrunched his small face and closed his eyes tightly in pain.

He couldn't hear himself clearly but the painfully uncontrollable sobs were the source of his current suffering, he quickly fell back asleep.

....

"So, he woke up?" Ares looked at the witch who was in the far corner of the room, his eyes were tightly shut.

"Indeed, your majesty" a rough-bearded man answered with an indistinguishable smile dancing on his lips, his excitement was through the roof.

"What is the current condition"

"Oh yes, well he is quite an intriguing fellow"

"So, I take it you don't fear him"

"No, no quite the opposite I've never seen anyone nearly like him, his vitality is astonishing when he was first brought to me, trust me I thought I was losing a limb to you. With injuries like that his breath should've been no more. He probably heals at a rate 2 to 3 times quicker than the rest of us. This specimen of a witch is extremely fascinating."

Ares gave him a look and the bearded man immediately comprehended.

"My bad I've been blabbering on, he seemed to have strained a few of his stitches I had to re-patch him, hence his current state"

"Just a mere few stitches", Ares repeated raising his eyebrow.

"Ahh, that's the interesting part, unlike you or hardened set of troops who have been taught to be numb to stress and pain for productivity sake. This one is quite different, amazing life-force and healing capacity, but extremely low pain-tolerance, just a minor fraction of pain should be able to knock him out. Maybe a scale of 5 or 6. "

"Hmm," Ares sneered, not from what he witnessed. "I'm leaving him with you, use him however you wish"

"Really!?" Phyllis exclaimed.

Ares gave Phyllis a sharp and long look, "Do nothing strange, my guards will be monitoring him from the shadows"

"Your majesty, you know how I feel about being monitored."

"It's not for you, do not push my patience Phyllis Gillian, you're lucky your skills are unmatched"

"I apologise your highness; do I have your highnesses permission to study him?" Phyllis asked.

"Whatever" Ares dismissed.

"Great, I promise I'll be gentle with him"

...

Again, the witch blinked his eyes hovering right above him was someone he didn't recognise. So for a long moment of silence, the two people just stared at one another. until the other man let a strange distorted laugh.

"wow those eyes really do glow and moreover they are pink, well I already have seen them whilst you were sleeping, but it's as if they are ablaze with life" he exclaimed in a long breath. "truly magnificent".

He moved his face uncomfortably close to the witch's.

"First of all, I am very eager to learn your age, your name and is it possible you show me a demonstration of your abilities, I heard about what you did already but seeing and hearing are two separate things" Phyllis grinned widely showing off his pearly white's.

"...."

"Oh, I know there isn't a problem with your speech, so is it your mind? Did that mean emperor bully you? How about you tell me about it?"

"..."

The man sighed clearly showing his disappointment he turned to walk away.

"...The person I was with is he truly gone?" the witch opened quietly.

Phyllis stopped in his tracks so that the sound of his footsteps didn't disturb the words, he had to think for a moment about what he was talking about. 'oh yeah the two prisoner escapees, one actually came in alive though bit mangled, the same couldn't be said for the other one. And actually, he knew who he was.

"Yes, his name was Noel Liams I remember him"

'As he'd previously examined his wounds that were supposedly healed, this occurred before he was placed in the dungeon' he was actually fascinated with that point as the apparent wound were all sealed up not even a scare remained as if it didn't occur at all. But it was merely words spoken from another mouth, not something he was able to witness himself.

"So, he won't come back again?" the witch asked

"That's how death works"

"Oh" he didn't know exactly what he was expecting as he already knew how these things worked

Just then he tried to sit up with more than enough pain polluted his body, he barely took his head off his pillow before he was pushed back down.

"You fool do want to rip your stitches again, I didn't save you so you could off yourself."

Phyllis was astonished, in the stone face of the witch he saw his eyes well-up growing misty with tears.

He sighed, for a long time he saw people at their ugliest, their worst, their darkest, their most vulnerable and even their insides. He's seen it all. And it turns out that most of us are deep down the same deprived, desire-driven subjects of life.

Himself much worse than most, he wouldn't deny it, but that's how things work in the world. Even so, he found it was fascinating, how one can grow numb and cold to things, it was a part of life and discovery.

Only a moment of interaction was what he needed to tell, that the witch wasn't at all the same as others. Could such a pure thing survive here? Phyllis got chills and his desire to dissect this creature grew more...

Might just start naming these chapters, what do you wonderful readers think? 

Also, I have a few more on the table but they need editing, should I release them a bit earlier??