Mr Jones somehow managed to lift himself up, as an incubus his wounds should not have the tendency to heal. But it seemed due to some peculiar reason Jones was able to recover from his wounds and lethal injuries. The muscles sewn themselves once again, all it took for the healing purpose was drinking his own blood.
He was cursed by some mystical magic which gave him some perks along with everlasting agony. He lost his wife and now realised that his one mistake ended up with his son being cursed. Kayden became a monster and partially he was at fault for his roguish behaviour and unstable powers.
Malcolm was perhaps already dead as Jones assumed upon seeing the amount of bleeding. However Kayden was unconsciously laying a few feet away from Malcolm. Jones supported himself up and staggered towards Kayden and scooped him in his arms.
"The hell! When did you even get so heavy!?"
Kayden was in his arms as he tossed his son on the sofa, he did not want him to see his gruesome dark secret. That's why he knocked Kayden unconscious before his senses could provide him a clear vision. Jones straightened his back as the bone cracking voice reverberated from his body.
He caressed his son's cheek with worry because Kayden's powers needed to be controlled. The outbursts weren't insignificant with which Kayden could live normally now. Jones headed towards Malcolm's seemingly dead body, his mouth was nearly split open with a hole in his throat. The poisonous tentacles probably killed him and Kayden was still unaware of his terrific deed.
"I have to bury his body before anybody sees it. I wonder what's his element.'
Even though Malcolm was a mixed blood the proper way to bury him required two phases. Since his vampiric side had already started to take effect and his body was gradually decaying. Whereas his incubus blood required a special kind of burying.
Jones had to take Malcolm's body into its power element, he was a wind tamer and only in open air his body would completely decay and become a part of the particular element. The old man couldn't simply put a freaking dead body into his backyard for neighbours to see and report charges of murder and treachery against him.
"Fuck! I guess I have to wait till Medusa wakes up. Dammit how am I going to tell her this?"
Malcolm's body began to produce a stench that soon, making the old man worried about his burial. Mr Jones hurriedly reached for his feet and dragged Malcolm's body towards the storeroom.
The spilled blood began to move on its own and trailed behind Malcolm's body, which indicated to Jones that he was probably alive and could heal. But upon seeing his disfigured silhouette Jones felt bad for him, it was nearly impossible to get back into original shape after being snapped like a twig.
He put his body into a wooden trunk under some old newspaper puzzle stock which was dear to Jones. But in that moment saving everybody was more important than a mere hobby.
"Finally, no one comes in here. This should buy Malcolm some time to recover from the injuries. I will keep checking on him every six hours."
The old man was genuinely worried about all of them because both of the servants were connected to Kayden. And it was impossible to break the thread of bond between the three of them without any consequences. Jones closed the door of the storeroom and went to fetch some air freshener, it was a dire need to clear the air first before Kayden could wake up to create another chaos.
On the other hand, upstairs in Kayden's room, Medusa slowly opened her eyes. The succubus held her head to tackle the spinning vision, which was caused by excessive drinking of blood. It was evident that the sudden increase in Kayden's powers were the results of sex and drinking Medusa's blood. However both of them couldn't stop themselves or each other, which resulted into the horrible aftereffects; including Malcolm's near death.
"Gah, my body feels like I'm set on the fire. Master should have chosen one way to clear his doubts."
Medusa somehow supported herself from the bed while cursing herself for not stopping Kayden. He was supposed to choose one way of increasing strength at one time. Nonetheless she gathered some energy after recovering in her sleep and headed downstairs.
Medusa spotted Mr Jones doing some cleaning, the succubus silently walked towards the lounge while staring at the old man with curiosity and suspicion.
"What happened here?"
She inquired upon seeing Kayden sleeping on the sofa, which disgusted her assuming that perhaps he didn't want to stay with her afterwards sex.
"Oh, haha. Nothing. The boys had some fun and destroyed my home."
Mr Jones generated the most believable lie, while Medusa looked around as Jones immersed himself in the cleaning again.
"Then where's Malcolm now?"
Her question had a disbelieving tone because Malcolm had never vanished by her side ever since she became his mistress.
"I don't know, maybe he went outside. I woke up only to see this mess, ugh!"
The old man's white lie acting could put everyone to shame. Medusa shook her head and plopped on the sofa opposite to where Kayden was sleeping. She could still sense Malcolm's scent in the vampire realm, which was a proof of Jones' statement.
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