Chapter 24 The Doctor
The Doctor
Istay outside her tent until I can hear her soft snores floating around me. Once I’m certain she’s asleep, I head back to my tent.
The night has been exhausting, filled with blood and confessions. Not spoken, but shown. She stayed with me all night, not once leaving my side.
She didn’t question me, didn’t push for reasoning, just followed me right into my depths of hell. An angel of death, taking her rightful place.
It makes my heart grow bigger, watching her come into herself. She didn’t hesitate to cure that patient, didn’t even flinch when the body dropped to her feet. Almost like she was made for it.
I spoke again.
I needed her to hear my voice, needed her to know that my offer is serious and not something to take lightly.
I arrive at my tent quickly, not wanting to waste a single moment of preparation.
My glitter-soaked assistant, Mortella, is there as always.
She’s lingering outside with one of the masked performers, this one is wearing a deer skull with hollowed eyes.
They’re practically fucking outside the tent, putting on a show for any innocent passersby.
He has her shoved against the tent, hand under her skirt as he works her like a puppet. It’s a sight to see, but I require her assistance right now.
“Mortella!” I bark. She scrambles, pushing the man off of her.
“S-Sir, oh my Gods,” she straightens her skirt as her cheeks turn a deep crimson red. She shoos the man off, turning to me.
“What can I do for you?” She questions, knowing I have something up my sleeve. I motion for her to follow me inside the tent.
Time to set up her offering.
Her Hollow Rite.