Vampire Lord's Demonic Wives

"Finally! They care for us, haha. I can't wait for my wrist to get healed."

Blake was happy upon knowing they had planned some healers to help the injured. However, the gesture was worth appreciating but it made Zoravec suspicious. It irked him that why would the army set up such tasks which could potentially kill and harm the candidates in the first place.

Were they attempting some kind of cleaning or what? It was a simple question but there was no answer since the pattern of the tasks and the nature of each of them was not simple. However, now the jury members were gone the applicants had no other choice but to leave the institute too.

Zoravec did not intend to go back but he was left with no option. He was forced to go home which was a dreadful situation for him but eventually Zoravec had to comply. Nonetheless, he had to visit the healers first to look presentable, and the exit was on the other side of the medical station.

Zoravec and Blake headed towards the door which was indicated by the elder. The rest of the applicants walked in the same direction, as the door opened Zoravec saw multiple desks in front of each wall. However, what intrigued him were the healers. Zoravec carefully saw every one of them and immediately recognized that they were not vampires.

'Wait a second!'

Zoravec was sure that the people he witnessed were elves, which made him highly suspicious that why would the vampires bring them there. It was obvious that the vampires were dark creatures and could not possibly heal anyone. Those properties were possessed by the light creatures such as elven race or pixies, so there was no way the vampires could heal.

'Why have they brought the elves here? It can't be that they are here just to heal us all.'

Elven race and the vampires were not on good terms and the political tussle was stronger. There was no way that the elves would rapidly agree to serve the vampires so easily. There must have been something which the pentagon promised them in return.

Everything did not make any sense, it was the moment Zoravec realised that his world was not a simple place. Either the pentagon had been feeding lies to the civilians about the whole political stuff. Or the authorities must have bribed them with something to convince them all to conduct that process.

"Come, what are you waiting for? I can't take this pain anymore."

Blake's bickering snagged his attention and Zoravec shifted his gaze towards him. Blake was holding his arm as he looked around elated. The other candidates had already visited the healers who had started their jobs.

Zoravec shook his head to dismiss the thoughts which he could investigate later on. He headed towards the desk nearby which had just gotten empty. There was a chair placed on both sides, and a white tablecloth was there over which Blake put his hand gently. Whereas Zoravec stood beside him and witnessed the whole healing session.

The elven male healer had pointy ears and was wearing the signature green attire. Zoravec noticed that one feature was common among all the elves regardless gender. The blonde hair and the long pointy ears. However, he was interested in knowing about the healing magic since being a half breed he also could not attempt it.

'This magic is useful. I'm sure they would not teach it to others, unless you are one of them.'

Zoravec keenly watched the way Blake put his arm down and the healer gently touched his skin. It was the moment Zoravec noticed that the elf had long nails like vampires but they were a bit differently kept. The healer traced his index finger on his arm and directed towards the wrist.

'Mm? What is he doing? Is he even healing or splitting Blake's arm into two?'

Zoravec witnessed that the healer dug his nail into Blake's skin and split it open to drain some blood. When he lifted his finger up the blood began to float above his arm which surprised Zoravec and Blake equally. They both were stunned regarding that peculiar magic.

'Fuck! I have to learn this magic. It is so fucking amazing, I can heal myself on my own every time. I wonder what the limitations will be? Will it make me immortal since nobody can potentially kill me?'

Zoravec knew that the elves would never teach that sacred magic to any outsider. Healing was a light magic power and only the species of light origin could possibly perform it.

The blood from Blake's arm became a string and coiled around his wrist. The healer closed his emerald eyes and chanted something under his breath. Zoravec could potentially hear the mantra but he could not understand what it meant or how it was pronounced. Since it was an unknown language to him Zoravec soon forgot the major chunk of the mantra.

Zoravec leaned in and placed his hand over Blake's shoulder, after he had snagged his attention Zoravec whispered to him curiously. No wonder he grew impatient regarding the whole healing treatment and wanted to experience it himself too. But there was a lot more which he wanted to know beforehand his turn, after all he required to heal the bruises too which were present on his both arms.

"Aren't you feeling any pain or something similar?"

Zoravec was genuinely surprised and confused as to why Blake did not say anything or even winced upon the skin splitting. There was no fucking way he did not feel any pain during all that stuff. Blake shifted his head towards Zoravec and shook it slightly as his expressions changed into a pleasure one.

"I can...oh my goodness! Zoravec I can feel my wrist bones joining together....but...but it does not hurt."

Blake excitedly told him but his tone soon turned into a confusing one. Both of the guys waited for the healer to do his job so they could inquire later on.

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