Chapter 286: His last day as a human
At one point, Quentin thought that night was the end of him. What Latrice did to him put him in this unbearable pain. He felt like his blood was boiling, which made his skin steam. Every part of him itched with this stinging pain.
He remembered writhing in pain as he begged her to stop, but she kept drinking his blood he could hear her gulps. After that, he felt something crawling through every fiber of his body before the pain followed.
He even remembered tumbling down the bed, crawling away from it to call for help. But alas, before he could even say "help," he fell unconscious for the second time.
When he woke up, he was lying in the throne room with this strange large circle around him. Candles were arranged at a precise distance that made a total of three circles. The first circle was on the line, then the second circle within it, and the last within those two.
Quentin panicked at the sight of it, as it looked like he was being sacrificed for a ritual. But when he tried to get up, he couldn’t. He felt this unbelievable force on him as if an entire boulder had been placed on top of him.
"Latrice..." he called, looking around with shaky eyes.
Soon, he found Latrice chanting some ancient language under her breath while holding her fist in front of her. Blood dripped from her closed fist, letting it fall on the candles. When her blood landed on the candle, the flame quickly died. She then moved on to the next candle, extinguishing the flame while continuously chanting under her breath.
Latrice continued this cycle until all the candles on the first circle died.
"Latrice, what are you doing?!" Quentin panicked, finally finding his voice to speak. "Latrice!"