Chapter 83: No questions? You just...believe me?
"My Lord!" Sam screamed, rushing forward as Cass kept heaving. More black, tar-like liquid poured out from his mouth. Cass wondered where the hell it was coming from as he continued to heave until his diaphragm felt bruised, and his muscles convulsed. Byron was holding him up, while Sam wiped his brow.
"We need to call for a Doctor!" Byron whispered tensely, but Sam shook his head. His already pale face went whiter, the freckles on his face in stark contrast as he stared down at the black liquid pooling at their feet. Cass fought for his breath as Sam let out a shaky exhale.
"No. A Doctor won’t help." Sam muttered. It was only seconds after that, that the liquid began to sizzle, smoke rising from it as it caught on fire. Sam and Byron yanked Sam back, pool flaring to life as Byron and Sam dragged Cass back. Sam had a grim look on his face, while Byron was in shock.
"Dear gods. What is that?" Byron asked and Cass wondered as well. Sam’s soft words shook both of them.
"It appears that a demon played a joke on our Lord." Sam’s voice was grim, his expression tight. "I did not notice. I am so sorry, my Lord. I slipped up. I will accept any punishment you deem necessary." Sam was shaking where he was holding onto Cass, while Cass, for the first time in a few days, felt like his head wasn’t clouded with that anger.
Actually, it felt like he could think clearly since the first time he arrived here. He wasn’t sure when, but something had shifted in the way he thought, and felt, and the anger had tinted everything, whether he was aware of it or not. Surprised, shocked, actually, Cass had a feeling that whatever had happened, had been going on for a lot longer than Sam was aware of.
"Sam." Cass started and he flinched as the three of them watched the liquid he had just thrown up continue to burn. "I think that has been inside of me a lot longer than you have been in my life, so I would not worry about it. You shall not be punished, but I will be asking some questions later." Cass warned, and Sam flinched. He bowed his head, swallowing thickly.
"Of course my Lord." He answered quietly, while Byron remained reeling.
"H-How are you feeling my Lord?" Byron asked, clearly trying to break the tension between the two. Cass sighed, his legs still shaking, along with his arms but at least he could feel his limbs.
He still felt like an imposter, but for some reason, he wanted to have a small bit of faith in that god. They had said that they were the one in the middle of the statues, hadn’t they? What one was-
Cass’ thoughts cut off as he realised the one in the middle was the main. Fucking. God. of the religion. They had several, of course, like the had heard Vespertine lecturing Lady Ava about when she was ranting in the main hall, but the god in the middle was the og.