Mc Blood-stained の小説・ストーリー

And then she started laughing and saying, “What are you doing? Don’t be ridiculous your majesty, you caused this, didn't you? Look” She was pointing at her chest the pale blue fabric of her dress covered in dark red blood. There was also a small stain on her skin where some part of the liquid had fallen off. Her hair was ruffled and the ends of it had a little bit of wetness to it. There were also some droplets of the substance that fell from her cheeks like tears and it made me sick, seeing it so clearly.

I stepped inside the bathroom, whose door had been ajar and I froze almost immediately. There, sitting in the sink, was a roll of bandage. It looked like it had been hurriedly tossed there, part of it unraveling into the basin. But what stopped my breath wasn’t the mess, it was the color of the blood staining the cloth. Not red. Not even dark crimson. It was black. My chest tightened. The blood was dark, that means malicious magic. How come it didn’t turn dark yesterday when Lilith had checked it? My fingers trembled as I reached for it. The air in the bathroom suddenly felt heavy, suffocating. When I touched the dried bandage, a faint chill pulsed through my skin.

I press the gauze to the palm of the little girl in front of me, faking a wince as I pretend empathy for her frailty. Memories of the copper tang of my mother’s wounds, the iridescent shimmer of the clotting gel that webbed over her open skin. The way it looked less like congealing blood and more like the iridescent streak of a rainbow in an oil slick. It makes doing my job a bit harder, the constant pretending to care about people who could care less about me. The constant memories the sight of their blood brings. It’s too much.

Kaine roared her name but did not move toward her. Mae dropped to one knee. Blue code crawled across her arms, attempting to classify her, contain her, and assign ownership. She heard words inside the signal that belonged to laboratories, auctions, and clean rooms she did not remember surviving. Trash-class, contaminated asset, unauthorized bloodline, Lot Nine-Nineteen. Something inside her answered with rage.

"What is that? Is that blood?" "No," Marcus murmured, leaning down until his nose was almost touching the rug. His weathered hands trembled slightly as he held his staff steady, the light casting eerie shadows across his lined face. "It's not blood. It's worse. The dust here hasn't settled naturally. It's been pushed outward in a perfect circle, about six feet wide. There's a magic residue left here, Prince Ronan. Thick residue. It's still warm."

Blood. Dread settled over me like a heavy shroud. The once serene garden now bore the threatening mark of violence. I knelt down, scrutinizing the crimson stain on the ground. Fear coiled in my stomach, and the silence of the garden seemed to echo with the ominous weight of the unknown. Zoey's disappearance had already been a challenging situation, but the presence of blood escalated the situation to a new level of urgency. Every worst-case scenario raced through my mind. I couldn't lose her. Not after all she had been through.

I skidded to a stop in the doorway, my hand flying to my mouth. The room was an abattoir. Blood was everywhere. It arced across the white-painted cinderblock walls in rusty brown sprays. It soaked into the thin mattresses that served as beds. It pooled on the floor, sticky and thick, around overturned trays of medical supplies. Bandages, now crimson rags, were scattered like morbid confetti.

He positioned the edge near the mark and was ready to cut. The drill machine became black as sticky liquid came in contact with it. Black sticky liquid blasted from the drill area and poured unevenly on Kesari. The liquid gave a black mark on his face. He wiped it with his left hand, and his face turned slightly blackish. The doctor’s hand steadily moved on the mark he made, and blood started flowing. Blade turned red. Blood squirted from the womb and dropped on the nurse’s face. The nurse cleared bloodstain from her face, but her face became reddish.

The last time she had checked it was indeed very dirty but the stench wasn’t there then. Opening the door, she was horrified to see the condition of the studio. There was blood everywhere and it was then she realized that Ben Duncan hadn’t been able to get the place cleaned up. He was too busy saving Marcus’s life. The blood, paint, and dirt were causing the awful stench. She needed to clean it up immediately while the rest of the house could wait till tomorrow.

"Are these stains blood?" The doctor, who had wisely brought his medicine kit, dug through his bag and pulled out a colorless liquid. With a small dropper, he dripped the liquid on the red smears. Nothing happened for a moment, and then bubbles formed on the stains. The doctor's face was grim, "It is blood, but I cannot say if it is human or not." After the doctor left the Council meeting room, Zan spoke his thoughts, "We do not know that it is the Empress's blood."