Alexander climbed onto the bed, resting his arm around the body of Venri that began to cover in the familiar red crystal made from what appeared to be her blood or rather a mixture of the ghoul infection and her blood.
He never found touching this strange, sticky, hard bloodstone disgusting as his head rested on the pillow beside her. She looked peaceful, exhausted but satisfied. A part of him couldn't wait until he could wake her up as she slept peacefully.
It was a feeling different from usual, as the faint beat of her heart began to sound in his ears; at first, he never realised that when this process happened, their heart would stop entirely for almost an hour.
'Does that mean, Ghouls must die twice to be fully reborn?'
