Mr Jones somehow managed to lift himself up, as an incubus his wounds should not have the tendency to heal. But it seemed due to some peculiar reason Jones was able to recover from his wounds and lethal injuries. The muscles sewn themselves once again, all it took for the healing purpose was drinking his own blood.
He was cursed by some mystical magic which gave him some perks along with everlasting agony. He lost his wife and now realised that his one mistake ended up with his son being cursed. Kayden became a monster and partially he was at fault for his roguish behaviour and unstable powers.
Malcolm was perhaps already dead as Jones assumed upon seeing the amount of bleeding. However Kayden was unconsciously laying a few feet away from Malcolm. Jones supported himself up and staggered towards Kayden and scooped him in his arms.
"The hell! When did you even get so heavy!?"
