[ When Mephisto moved to try and stand, Reign quickly stood to help, wanting to offer his support if Mephisto so wished to accept. But when he heard the pained cry, panic quickly set in, more so when he saw the blood coughed up and those pouring from the wounds.
What was happening? Hadn't Mephisto healed most of the wounds? Shouldn't they at least close up, or at least to the point that he wouldn't bleed so much now? ]
What... what's happening? Why...
[ Then he smelled it, the sickly sweetness that was altogether different compared to Mephisto's usual delicious blood. This was the kind of stench that gradually smell worst that rot, and it turned Reign's stomach at the sight and scent. ]
Healer. We should get a healer.
[ But Reign was reluctant to leave Mephisto's side. Instead he removed the scarf tied around his neck, pressing it up against the side of Mephisto's face that was bleeding. ]
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What was happening? Hadn't Mephisto healed most of the wounds? Shouldn't they at least close up, or at least to the point that he wouldn't bleed so much now? ]
What... what's happening? Why...
[ Then he smelled it, the sickly sweetness that was altogether different compared to Mephisto's usual delicious blood. This was the kind of stench that gradually smell worst that rot, and it turned Reign's stomach at the sight and scent. ]
Healer. We should get a healer.
[ But Reign was reluctant to leave Mephisto's side. Instead he removed the scarf tied around his neck, pressing it up against the side of Mephisto's face that was bleeding. ]