Chapter 16
After handing porridge to Asmodeus, William placed a duffle bag on one of the visitor chairs.
“There, young master. I brought all that you had requested.”
“Thanks William.
And now I have to wait till a human calls me to take bath. Why can I not go home? It feels weird to bath in afternoon…”
Asmodeus grumbled to William but was interrupted by the very human he was waiting for.
“Sir, you can take a bath now. And atleast today, please make it in 30 to 40 minutes.”
“I can't promise. Plus that is not enough time for anything.”
“It is if you don't insist on routines.”
“I hate this place. And my butt hurts from the needle.” Asmodeus complained getting up from his bed.
“I understand, but it'll take two to three days for the pain to reduce.”
“But I can't handle pain…”
‘Young master…
You went an entire hour without informing anyone about your broken bone because you wanted eat ice cream…
Well, I'll just order some soft cushions at the villa for young master.’
William concluded that observing from side and cushion shopping was a better alternative.
“I see, I'll get a pain killer.”
“No, thank you! I don't want it.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
‘Ah… young master just wanted to complain…’
Asmodeus walked to the duffle bag, the moment he bent down, his biopsy site introduced itself again.
“Ow…”
He started to unpack and took out a face wash, then a body wash, then another bottle of skin product, he was about to take out some more stuff, but the nurse interrupted him.
“What are you doing? You don't need all those stuff, just bring a towel and some clothes.”
“But the soap you guys gave me yesterday does not smell good!”
“That's because it is not supposed to smell anything.”
“William brought them here with great difficulty. He had to cross a mountain so let me bring them with me.”
The nurse turned towards William, as if asking if it was true. William shook his head in response.
“Apparently not. Now put those all back.”
“William you're a traitor.”
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“...” William just sighed in response.
Asmodeus pouted at the nurse for a while, seeing the nurse not budge, he put all the bottles back in, and started taking out his clothes.
“Can you hurry up?” The nurse was now getting impatient.
“I gotta choose the correct colours.”
The nurse turned to William who was standing there, exhausted from his young master's antics.
“Are you his relative, Sir?”
“Huh? No… I'm his butler.”
“Ah… my condolences.”
“...thank you.”
Asmodeus finally found his wear and William finally got to go back home.
“Very well then young master, I shall leave now.”
“I wanna go home too…”, Asmodeus complained to the nurse.
“I would prefer that too, young man. Now come along.”
“Why am I not yet discharged then?” Asmodeus asked the nurse.
“Because Dr. Nathan prefers to observe you.”
“Is it because I had my heart crashed?”
“Yes, that's the very reason.”
“Ah.”
Before Asmodeus went in, the nurse removed his telemetry monitor.
“OW…
Why do you guys like sticking me with wires?”
“So that we know your heart is beating properly.”
“But now my skin feels sticky.”
“Your heartrate is more important.”
“But I don't have to wash my heart. My skin? I'll have to wash that sticky away.”
The nurse decided that arguing was of no use.
The bathroom door closed behind Asmodeus.
The nurse checked his watch, “You have thirty minutes, young man.” he called through the door
“I know! You don't have to repeat!” Asmodeus shouted in reply.
The nurse had left to complete his other tasks.
Twenty minutes.
Thirty minutes.
Then thirty-five.
When he returned, the bathroom was still occupied.
***
Inside, Asmodeus had already finished his bath and was now staring into the mirror.
His hair was still a mess.
‘My skin looks more and more like porcelain. Even my eyes are starting to look red.’
‘I really am looking like a vampire. And dad confirmed Crow existed. So maybe I am becoming a vampire.’
He opened his mouth. Checking if he had got his fangs.
‘I still don't have fangs, damn it.’
‘I look good but I'd rather look like dad instead…’
“Are you alright in there?” The nurse knocked on the door.
“No!”
There was a pause, and the nurse had imagined every worst case scenario in the mean time.
“My hair is not hairing!” Asmodeus shouted.
“...
It is out of my medical practice, so I can't help you.
Hurry up with your hair.”
“I'm trying!”
He heard the nurse sigh and leave.
‘Let's just get my hair done, before he comes back again.’
.
.
.
After almost an hour, Asmodeus emerged out really pleased with himself.
His hair neatly combed and he was wearing a red oversized hoodie and a black cargo.
‘Great, perfect outfit for a vampire.’
“You're finally out? Let's get you back to your room.”
“Why do you have to escort me?”
“To make sure you are alright on your way back.”
“But I am alright.”
“Yes and I have to confirm it.”
Before they knew they were back at the room.
“Young man, take off your shirt—”
Asmodeus had moved farther from the nurse and now bracing himself.
“I'm a male.” Asmodeus said in a worried tone.
“And I'm married! I just need to put this heart monitor on you.”
“I don't trust you but okay…”
‘I wish I could exchange patients.’ The nurse was visibly annoyed now.
“When can I stop cosplaying CPU?”
“Once you're discharged.”
“And when is that?”
“I DON'T KNOW!”
“Alright…”
The door shut close, and Asmodeus was left staring at it.
‘I was being too much I guess… Should I have said sorry?’
“...”
‘Anyway, let's go to the subspace again.’
He stared at his tablet, William had put it to charge.
‘The time there is weird, and both the clock and the tablet failed.’
‘What's worse is that the time they showed in the subspace and time they showed out here, were both different.’
Shaking his head, Asmodeus decided that it was not worth the effort to investigate now.
‘The blood thing didn't work last time, I don't know what'll happen this time.’
He sat on the bed, cross-legged.
“Ow, ow. I hate this thing.”
“Anyway, ring take me there.”
Before he knew he was once again in the subspace.
“Does this place have a temporary healing or something? My butt doesn't hurt here.”
“Anyway where is that book on blood? Crow must have written one.”
Asmodeus wandered through the library.
[Vampires are the worst.]
“This is getting boring now.”
[How to not bite yourself with fangs?]
“I still don't have fangs, Crow.”
[Different ways to use blood manipulation.]
“Ah! Found it.”
Asmodeus took the book out and sat on one of the chairs.
[Hello and I'm not sure why you are interested in blood manipulation.
But I'll still teach you different ways to use it.
First of all, it is innate for vampires to use blood by bringing it out of their body and move it around.
You should be able to do it too.]
“But I cannot! That's the problem!”
[Then you turn it into sharp spear and you have made a blood spear.]
“But I can't get my blood out! You're of no help.”
Asmodeus tossed the book aside and tried to bring his blood out of his body.
5 minutes.
10 minutes
30 minutes
Almost an hour had passed and Asmodeus still didn't succeed.
“Why doesn't my blood listen to me? If it's innate, then it should be like moving your hand.”
“Is it because blood is liquid? Or is there something about the subspace not letting me access it?”
“At this point there is no use of trying to do anything in this damned Crow-space.”
“Ring take me back.”
Asmodeus glanced at the clock, it showed that only 5 minutes had passed.
‘There is no pattern for time dilation…’
Asmodeus was sore at his failed experiment. He lay on the bed and his pain said hi.
“Arhhh… It wasn't there in the subspace, then why does the butt pain exist now?”
‘I can literally imagine the blood forming beads around my palm but it doesn't.’
He kept staring at his palm, as if that would let him manipulate his blood.
And to his surprise, it did.
Red liquid emerged from his palms. It floated just above his hand and formed beads, just like he had imagined.
Asmodeus’ eyes widened in shock.
“...”
“I… I'm doing it…
I can control blood…”
He smiled in disbelief.
“But then why could I not do so in the subspace?”
“...”
“Wait… I don't feel my butt pain there. I can't bring my blood out there.”
“Am I even sure that I myself am in there?”