To my dismay….
Elliot wasn’t even there. His house was empty. We looked everywhere, and Zephyra was so sure he was there…she sniffed the entire room, but at this point, it wouldn’t matter, he lived in that space so his scent was all over…
My breathing b-became ever more heavy now and I felt a splitting pain in my head. Was I r-really dying? But I’m a daeva…daevas can’t die…can they? I started to second guess on my decision to go to the worlds beyond, b-but it was too late, there was no turning back. I would lose Emily, Amberlynn, my new pet Zephyra…but I would lose so much more than that; My f-friends, the only f-family I had….but even more than that…it seemed…my life. I was losing my life. I never felt so mortal than I had right then and there…
My companions watched me in horror as the nightmares I could see while I was awake haunted me further. The ghosts would reach out and touch my skin and I just felt a burning sensation, the screaming of souls pierced my eardrums. I just couldn’t take it anymore…
I collapsed to the ground and all fell dark before me….
When Stawlinz next awoke, he would find himself in a new setting.
Elliot had snatched him up after some point after he found the lad collapsed. Unconscious. It was curious how Daevas could still suffer from such… human ailments. Elliot was no Cleric, but he had the means to help him.
Now Stawlinz was lying on a cold, surgical table in an unfamiliar room. It was spacious and a bit unorganized, but clean all the same. Shelves were lined all along the room, with various jars full of strange liquids and lab equipment sitting neatly upon them. Some of the larger jars held what seemed to be body parts suspended in sickly substances. There were also a few bookcases, stuffed with thick books on alchemy, science, anatomy, poisons, disease and whatever else. Posters on the wall mapped out anatomy and diagrams of various creatures, humans included. The counters, too, had test tubes and other glassware with bubbling chemicals laying out on them. The desk in the corner was laden with stacks of books, scribbled notes and paper, giving off an air of organized chaos.
Elliot was wearing a spotless labcoat over his robes with a clipboard in hand. He stayed close, continuously checking the equipment that he had hooked Stawlinz to. He would carefully monitor his understudy until the lad had awoken. Then he would be able to address the situation a bit better.
The blonde knew he had been rather neglectful of his understudy of late, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had to focus what was happening now, not what he didn’t do in the past. He was there to look after Stawlinz now, and that was what mattered. Stawlinz would be alright.