DENZYL'S POV
I am relieved that Devyn is not watching. I do not want him to see me in this state: my dark form. Whispering, wispy shadows glide around me, creating a dark aura; my eyes glow blood red as my pupils become long and narrow like a snake's. My veins turn black beneath my pale skin while my canine teeth turn to fangs and my nails to claws. I do not have wings as my clans' were taken away when they were banished, but I am just as fast even without the aide of wings.
Within a second of Devyn closing his eyes, I have Wil pinned against the wall by the neck. Blood trickles down his neck as my claws dig into his skin. Wil's eyes widen as he sees my dark form.
"Wh-what are you?" He stutters in terror.
I scoff at the pathetic sight in front of me. The human's knees tremble as I tower over him. I lean in towards Wil, place my lips beside his ear, and whisper, "Your worst nightmare."
A horrified scream escapes the human's lips when he hears my answer. I chuckle at Wil's terrorized face, my grip around the human's throat tightening and making him gasp for air. But I do not care; anyone who treats another person like how he treated Devyn deserves much worse than the death I will give him. But Devyn's words telling me to not kill Wil run through my mind, and I keep my hold constant. Instead, I watch as red and orange particles flow from my hand and into Wil's body.
"What are you doing to me?!" Wil cries as he feels the crypt forming around his soul.
"Stopping you from hurting Devyn ever again."
I keep the flow going until everything except Wil's body is crypted. His heart and soul are trapped. I keep his mind free so he still has all the abilities to function and live, but the thoughts and emotions which are fed and created by the heart and soul are vacant. The crypt which saved Devyn will now trap his tormentor.
"Live as if you were dead. Never know peace and suffer as the impotent man you are," I curse the human.
This is much more fitting than death.
I release my hold on Wil who slumps to the ground. He will now be viewed as a madman, not able to form words or speak even though he has every capability to do so. Leaving the pathetic lump on the floor, I change back to my usual form and hurry back to Devyn. Tears fill my eyes as I see him unconscious on the ground, blood covering his body. Even though the mark and my essence is helping him heal, he still needs medical attention. He was just kidnapped and attacked.
I gingerly scoop Devyn in my arms and hurry out of Wil's private quarters. Would it be faster to call an ambulance or run to the hospital?
As soon as the doors to the elevator open, I rush out into the lobby. There is just one man at the counter as it is late at night.
"Where is the nearest hospital?" I ask after rushing to the counter. The man looks at Devyn in my arms before instantly grabbing the counter's phone and calling an ambulance.
"It would be faster for the ambulance to come here than to go. The hospital is quite far. For now, we need to stop the bleeding as much as we can," the man rushes around the counter tearing his shirt sleeve. I bend to one knee, sit Devyn on my leg, and hold his waist as the man presses the strip of his shirt against one of the wider slashes.
I take off my tie and wrap it around the hand Devyn used to protect the mark. My vision becomes blurry as I look at the gashes on Devyn's hand. Why did he have to protect the mark and get himself hurt?
"Thank you," I say to the man as he presses on Devyn's wound.
"Of course. My mother was a doctor, so I took it upon myself to continue her legacy," the man smiles sweetly when he thinks of his mother. I look at the man's uniform and wonder why he is working at Viant. The man sees my expression and smiles, "Ah, I am currently in medical school. This is the best paying job with a night shift."
I nod in understanding; university is expensive. The both of us continue to work on stopping the bleeding while we wait for the ambulance.
"They should be here soon," the young man says. His gaze lingers on Devyn's face, his eyes widening when he eventually recognizes him through the blood. "He's Devyn Vaumyr, isn't he?" The man looks at me. "Are you his...bodyguard?"
I nod.
"What happened?" He asks cautiously.
"He got attacked."
"What?! By whom? Who could do this to someone?"
"Wil Kossen."
"Wil...Kossen..." the medical student's eyes widen. "My boss?! The owner of Viant?"
I nod in confirmation.
"That is awful that he could do this to another human, but, honestly, I am not surprised. I always got creepy vibes from him."
My ears pick up the sound of the ambulance's sirens as it nears the tower. "They're here," I say as I pick up Devyn and stand to my feet. The student follows me to the lobby's entrance, and we wait for the ambulance to pull up. As soon as the ambulance comes to a stop, several emergency medical workers exit the medic craft and rush inside. One of the medics checks Devyn's vitals as two others place him on the stretcher.
"The patient has lost a lot of blood. We need to get him a pack ASAP," a medic informs her peers.
"His blood type is A," I inform the medic.
"Thank you," the medic thanks very hastily as they extend the stretcher and roll Devyn out of the lobby and into the ambulance.
"Are you his family?" Another medic asks as I follow them to the craft.
"Yes."
"You can ride with him," the medic tells me as she enters the craft; I am quick to follow. Even though I am not Devyn's blood family, I am the closest person he has other than Miren, and I am not going to leave him alone again. The medic craft is quick to close its door and ascend into the air. We fly above the traffic and elevated rails in the zone designated for medical emergency crafts which is located just below commercial crafts, heading towards the hospital at an amazing speed. Hopefully, it is a life-saving speed.