112 The Truth (1/2)
After Desmond was healed Zane didn't bother staying next to him for long instead he walked back to the dinner table that was slowly repairing its self. Zane didn't mind Seraphine's menacing look as he walked past her he just ignored it and took his seat near Ragnar. Food was still splashed around everywhere along with a large number of dead beasts and their scattered chunks. Neither Zane or Ragnar had a single thought about cleaning anything they left it all for the tower spirit to do.
While Zane and Ragnar were getting comfortable Seraphine walked up to Desmond while still holding a bowl with something glowing inside it. She stopped near Desmond and said to him in a sweet tone, ”You have beautiful eyes”.
Seraphine said what she believed to be true and it was. Desmond's eyes looked like he trapped an aurora inside them. They twinkle like gems before shifting to something new Desmond's eyes may one day draw the envy of many before they are harvested and kept as a trophy or treasure to be admired.
”Thank you Ms. Seraphine” Desmond replied earnestly because she had saved his life multiple times. He couldn't be disrespectful to her even if he wanted to because he knew what kind of circumstance he was in. He knew that he had no power, no say, no control he was completely at Seraphine's mercy.
”I am quite sorry about Zane he's well Zane. Along with the mess I wanted a peaceful meal, but I rarely get what I want”.
Almost simultaneously Zane and Ragnar both said, ”You always get what you want”. Though Zane and Ragnar rarely agree with each other they both called out Seraphine's lie fully supporting the other because they both had suffered at Seraphine's hand.
Ignoring the outburst of the two trouble makers behind her Seraphine continued to speak. ”I'm quite glad your transformation went well I was beginning to get worried because you didn't wake up for 10 days. Now I see that I worried for nothing. You've grown up so much since the first time I've seen you. I've even noticed you've awakened your spirit sense though you've only been practicing magic for less than 2 years. Your growth speed is truly amazing”.
Spiritual sense was an additional sense people awaken naturally when cultivating. Spiritual sense allows a person to perceive immediate danger and sense when someone is using magic nearby. A person with a strong spiritual sense can even predict danger or their sudden death long before it happens, but not the specifics. Yet, it still allows them to make preparations or escape beforehand.
Desmond after hearing what Seraphine said let out a long sigh then said, ”Seraphine I am truly thankful for all that you have done for me, but it's clearly obvious that you know who I am or in your case what I am. This has been bothering me for a while, but I must know why do you keep helping me? I know what mages and cultivators have done to others of my kind yet you haven't why?”.
Seraphine waved her hand in the air dismissing Desmond's concerns, ”I know what you must be thinking and how you feel, but there is no reason to be worried. I will answer all your questions in a moment, for now, sit down dinners getting cold”.
Finished speaking Seraphine guided Desmond to his seat next to Ragnar and Zane. Seraphine fully aware of how overbearing both Zane and Ragnar could be had the tower spirit morph the dinner table into a circle so everyone was equal distance from each other and Seraphine could have an easier time managing everyone.
Once Desmond took his seat Seraphine placed the bowl with glowing contents inside in front of Desmond then said, ”You just finished transforming so I thought you needed something light to eat. This dish is called wisp soup as its name states its made from Will o' wisps which is a ghostly fire found in marshes and stuff like that, they're typically generated by fairies. This dish is a favorite amongst necromancers who turned their bodies undead, but I had all miasma, negative energy, and any lingering emotions removed so there is no need to worry about anything like that affecting your body”.
While Desmond was technically a wondering spirit and should thrive in places filled with miasma and negative energy. Desmond's body wasn't attuned to any of that stuff meaning if he was confronted it, it will rot his body and damage his spirit.
Desmond gazed down and inspected the soup, it glowed a light shade of blue while its surface lightly burned. Desmond picked up a spoon and lightly dunked it in. It intrigued him that the soup made out of such a strange ingredient was actually in a liquid form.
A quick taste revealed to Desmond that the soup really was easy to eat. It didn't feel like it was some kind of thick broth, but it was still rich with flavor. The soup couldn't hold a candle to the dish Vincent served him. A soul that had gone through an immense amount of suffering and torment yet it was still one of the best things Desmond had eaten since he came to Theotera.
”It's delicious, I have eaten few things that could compare to it”
Seraphine smiled as she took her seat across from Desmond accepting the compliment he gave her fully. ”Thank you so much for that. It was impossible for me to taste that dish so I had no idea how it turned out I'm glad you liked it”.
As Seraphine and Desmond were talking Zane interrupted them to say, ”where is my food?”.
Seraphine's eyebrows twitched as she held in her anger and looked at Zane to say, ”it's on the floor were you and Ragnar left it so go on and eat up”.
Zane looked around the room with the food still on the floor and bits of his creatures squirming or still somehow desperately clinging to life. Then he looked back at Seraphine said, ”ahh your food tastes like ass anyway”.
Zane then let loose a massive fire panther, its majestic form was enhanced by the creature's ferociousness. It stood on the table tall and proud as it released its dominating aura. Its presence in the world didn't last long because Zane abruptly rushed in and grabbed the panther from behind pulling it back into the darkness inside of his coat were he began to eat it ass first.
The panther dug its sharp claws deep inside the table, but it couldn't resist being pulled closer to Zane who was savagely eating it. The crunching of bone, the spraying of blood, and the whimpers that the terrifying beast made was unnerving for Desmond to watch. Zane's whole meal was finished faster than what should be physically possible which just made Desmond want to ask a question that's been burning in his heart for a long time.