The Overlords Witch {BL}

Chapter 35 - A witch as a Consort?

The stench of blood kept growing stronger.

Panicked Sera held Natahsya tightly and his trembling hand, he held together her wound that almost afflicted her entire left face. The blood wouldn't stop spilling.
She was too weak to even hold up her own head, her hair stuck to her forehead and she got colder by each second.

Her warm sun-like eyes just stayed on him as if she wanted to say something. But Sera could tell, her pain was too much to covey it.

His breaths were shaky and unstable, "It won't heal, why? The blood won't stop Nats" his eyes surveyed her for an answer.

The tears began to drop onto Natashya, "will you die?" Sera asked sobbing quietly. There was no doubt that despite his roots she was the one scarcity whose gaze didn't hold contempt. One of the few that didn't waver.

She brought up her hand to touch his own, her touch was wilted, they contained no strength. her purpose was to calm him and it may have worked, ever so slightly.

"She will". Interrupted Ares as he towered above the pair watching them with an unbiased contempt.

"No". Sera shook his head fiercely in adamant refusal and quickly buried his head close to Natashya's neck. His voice grew shaky, "Phyllis can help, we need his help"

"She will die regardless"

Sera raised his voice, "No. Why? Why must she die". Even though the boy couldn't tell himself his chest burned with rage and his face was no less passionate.

The other kings and queen did not speak but watched in fascination or examination. Even Lucian kept his gaze solely on the boy

Ares expression flinched ever so slightly but didn't rise to it, but bit down, "Because it's my order"

"But she can live so why don't you let her?" the boy couldn't fathom why that man had the ability to help but chose otherwise.

"Because It's my will". he answered simply.

Sera became frustrated and exasperated by Ares' difficult behaviour he tried to find words. "I won't forgive you if Nats dies when you can help. I won't."

Ares almost snorted "Forgive? Is this a poor attempt at a joke? Why don't I have you killed too?", Ares laughed coldly, though his tone wasn't by any meaning pleasant.

Sera lips faltered, and the boiling in his chest calmed. It was replaced by a heaviness after looking back at Natashya. "Save her. Please" he begged.
With his bloodied-hand, Sera held the hem of Ares' gown and challenged his gaze with a stubborn one.

The refusal to back down stirred something in Ares, he finally receded. "And what will you give me in return?"

"I...i will do anything" Sera decided, if there's anything he could do, he would as long as it meant Natashya could live.

Ares smiled "Don't you dare forget your words"

"I'll remember"

"Take her to Phyllis"

Sera finally relaxed, his breathing became more strained and his skin paler. Finally, he turned and saw the other lady completely unconscious barely held up by a knight."Her too", he pointed.

Ares almost let out an audible snort, "You grow impertinent by the moment" he hoisted the boy to his feet, by his small shirt. "Don't let my fleeting moment of kindness cause you confusion," he said.

Sera's breaths turned into wheezing coughs, "... Than.k..you" he struggled, he faced those very same eyes that made his skin shiver and saw a pretty light in them. He touched Ares' hair which was now longer than he remembered it on the man, in appreciation of the familiar hair he'd missed. It was at a longer length just sweeping past his ears, it looked pleasant.