[u]Khan[/u]

After Upsah had driven his head into the wall, leaving behind a bloody stain, Khan’s hand reached to determine the damage done. His fingers felt a sickening familiar wetness seep through the braid at his hair back as he pulled it back to his eyes, his digits coated in his own blood. Pain, so much of it, hadn’t dulled the demonomancer’s pain. His veins felt on the verge of popping within his body, followed by the leaking of his energy that fed the dizzy sensation within his head. He wasn’t sure if the effects were from a concussion or the poison, either Lucilia’s or Norshtalen’s released within the air. His mouth was already dried enough it seemed to crack his very throat and leave it blistered. 

His concerns were short lived when Upsah’s gas reached him. It had a sour milk smell that churned his stomach and caused his eyes to widen in fear, his mind gripped within the effects. Too weak to shiver, his head filled with images that tore into his very core. So lost in the vision like experience save for a slight flinch, he didn’t seem to notice green vines wrapped gently about his body and drag him down. Stone and flooring removed from his path downwards until only darkness filled his head, his stomach finally released and vomit rose to the back of his mouth where it settled.

When the hands touched him, Khan instinctively recoiled. His breath shallow and heavily, he was unable to stop his reaction to their aid and started to struggle uncaring if he hurt himself in the end. It was then his mouth releases its burden to splatter upon the floor, the sicken color mingled with the crimson red from his lungs. His coughing had become more violent then. More blood was tossed up while the pale hands restrained him and held him down, his body only able to rattle from each fresh wave before he began to seizure. 

[i]Just let me die…[/i] Khan’s mind pleaded, barely noticed Satori’s mind present in his thoughts. 

Her mind probed through the pain and emotion stress, finally discovered the information about his unique binding. The fact his Runes had pushed his demons out as a safety measure to prevent his Runes from shattering and killing him instantly. Her connection was cut off when something abruptly changed, the Esyire treated to a new sort of pain wrecked upon his body. He was already transferred to a table where the vampires held his weakened limbs easily enough. Another cut away his tunic to reveal the source of his misery: Rathel’s Rune. 

It was bloodied and cracked in several places. Already the tunic had been drenched in his nearly depleted blood making Khan bellow in pain when a new one appeared, the vampires raced to starch the wounds before he bled out. However the harder they tried then less successful they became. Each time a crack’s bleeding was controlled, another sprung up and turned the rag into a redden one. 

One last scream erupted from the Headmaster as he finally passed clean out.