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Blood oozed out. "It hurts..."

“Damn it! My plan has been ruined,” Daoist Master Caleb snarled. He stood up, intending to pick up his duster. Pff! He felt a burning sensation in his chest and couldn't hold back, spitting out blood again. Feeling weak and dizzy, he had to support himself on the incense table to avoid collapsing. Cough, cough... Caleb coughed violently, his body appearing extremely weak. His gaze fell on a bottle emitting a red glow under the incense table, filled with a bright red liquid resembling human blood.

before closing the door behind him. Gabriel blinks and shakes his head at his two men, then stands up but staggers backward. That stupid feeling inside of me takes over, and I rush to him, holding him, so he doesn’t fall. I can feel his eyes boring into my head, and when I look up into his eyes, they’re that clear blue that makes him seem human - clear blue and confused as fuck. “Careful, you took quite a bit of the bullets and arrows….” I trail off and ease him back onto the bed. “They soak the bullets in the juice of the baobab fruit, so you’ll be out of commission for…a…while….”

Just… sadness. "I understand. This is not a punishment, it's a pardon. I want you to know that." He says, kissing th boy on his forehead. Then it happens. Balthazar exhales—softly—and the boy gasps like he’s been punched from the inside out. His body trembles, veins darkening under his skin. I blink. Blood. His blood. It’s moving. Upward. Outward. It trickles from his nose first. Then ears. Then a thin line runs from his eyes like crimson tears.