chikaidestroyer | ∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]

[What a wonderful afternoon. The sun is shining, the sky has cleared up, and the ground is drying after two days of rain. And Albert is around the village today, weaving through the streets and between houses and even to the edges of the forest.

Little do people know that Albert received a beautiful flower last night, and he happened to smell it. When he awoke up the morning, getting out of his room proved to be an ... arduous battle. And getting out the front door? Well, he had at least discovered what a doorknob was by then.

He has a vague, wondrous look on his face as he looks at swaying tree branches and flowers he would have otherwise ignored. His hair is in slight disarray, as if he had rolled out of bed and fought his way through a bedroom door. His clothes are in a similar state, and notably the same as the ones he had been wearing last night.

This isn't strange at all.

He will be wandering around for the entire afternoon. Attempts to talk to or capture the 6'1" strategist will be bizarre. ...And he won't be returned home until sunset or so.]

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[Though Albert's body has aged greatly at this point, there are still audible breaths from him; he struggles for each one, like a man in his final moments. His hair is white, his face gaunt, and his muscles shrunken so his clothes appear too large for him.

He does not awaken before his breathing stops, and the room once again falls silent. Invisible to the normal eye, a fine purple dust escapes Albert's nostrils like a final exhalation.]

[That is the oddest part of this all, even dead humans do not have their hair turn white when they die. One who has killed many definitely would be aware of this.

Though really, this is kind of freaky to Yuber even, because he's more used to seeing the dead from violence, not something like this. But yet for all the appearance, it's not seeming right.

Well, the demon will do the one decent thing he likely will ever do for Albert, he'll get his summoner fully on the bed so that at least if the demon was correct in his thought that something was not right here, the human could be more comfortable since they did tend to prefer beds and sleep.

Yes, clueless demon is clueless and doesn't know what to do when a human is like this. And even if he knew of someone who would know more, they'd not come to his aid and he can't say who it is for.

So he'll just stick around and see if anything changes or if someone will come check on him. If Raine happens to come, he'll disappear before she sees the demon.]

[It's a silent night. Albert's condition remains the same through the majority of the night, as quiet as the dead and older in appearance than even his grandfather.

However, towards dawn, Albert's body undergoes another transformation. A breath passes his lips, and color rushes through his body again. Wrinkles smooth over as muscle seems to ripple through and fill out his body. Even his wings seem to regain some form of vitality, the dull off-black darkening back to the shade it had been the day before.

He sleeps peacefully, as if nothing had transpired only a few hours ago.]

[And when this is all over and Yuber can actually poke fun at it, it will happen. Still, he's very relieved that he was right, there was something off. Albert's life didn't feel missing, at the very minimum that should have ended the summons and he wouldn't have felt a need to keep an eye on his summoner even if the demon could do nothing about this.

At the very least, it ensured that no one did anything while Albert had been weakened. And he'll remain at least until Albert fully awakens and seems more capable of taking care of himself.]

∞ 83: A chronicle of life and death [action]

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