In one of the rooms in the private wing, one could see Dr Emma and Ms wilder standing over a patient.
It was Lilian.
Lilian who was supposed to have transformed is still under transformation.
"This is the longest I've seen a transformation go on" Dr Emma said
"What could have been delaying her transformation?" Ms wilder wondered.
"Arrrrrhhhhhh" Lilian roared. Her body changing color to a green like color, her fangs reaching her chin, spikes coming out of her back and the sound of her bones cracking could be heard.
Seeing this Dr Emma and Ms wilder instinctively stepped.
"What the hell is this?" Ms wilder said
"What do you think she's turning into?" Dr Emma asked
"Put her on full isolation whatever she's turning into, we have to be cautious" Ms wilder said
"What do we do after with her" Dr Emma asked
" We wait till she fully envolves then we see" Ms wilder replied and they both left the room.
Hours later…
Dr Emma and Ms Wilder stood in front of Lilian's bed again.
The restraints were still there.
But Lilian?
She looked normal.
No green skin.
No spikes.
No cracked bones.
No monster face.
Just Lilian.
Hair messy. Eyes clear. Sitting upright like nothing ever happened.
The silence in the room felt wrong.
Too still.
"How are you feeling, Lilian?" Dr Emma asked carefully, stepping a little closer.
Lilian tilted her head.
"I'm fine I guess."
The voice that came out was deep.
Not deep like tired.
Deep like it didn't belong in her throat.
Dr Emma froze.
Ms Wilder's eyes narrowed.
Lilian cleared her throat suddenly.
"Oh. Sorry," she said, now in her normal voice. "Sore throat. From all the screaming earlier."
She gave them a small smile.
It didn't reach her eyes.
"Do you feel different?" Ms Wilder asked slowly. "Hungry for blood perhaps?"
Lilian blinked.
"Soul, yes. Blood, no," she said casually. "I prefer fire."
Dr Emma stiffened.
Ms Wilder's jaw tightened.
Lilian suddenly laughed.
"I'm joking. Relax."
She leaned back against the pillow like she wasn't strapped down.
"Yes, I'm hungry. Very hungry." She licked her lips slowly. "And I want Avelyn. Fresh blood."
The way she said Avelyn's name made the room colder.
"You don't get to demand anything," Ms Wilder said flatly. "A blood bag will be brought to you."
She turned to leave.
The temperature in the room spiked instantly.
The metal restraints started heating up.
Dr Emma stepped back fast.
"Don't you dare tell me what I get," Lilian growled.
Her eyes flickered.
Gold.
Just for a second.
"I want Avelyn," she repeated, voice shaking the walls. "Bring her to me."
The lights above them burst.
Glass shattered.
Dr Emma flinched.
Ms Wilder didn't move but her fingers twitched like she was ready to attack.
Lilian leaned forward slowly despite the restraints.
The metal snapped.
Just like that.
No struggle.
No effort.
"I said," she whispered, voice overlapping with something deeper underneath, "bring her."
Dr Emma's heart started racing.
"That's not a normal vampire transformation," she muttered.
"No," Ms Wilder replied quietly.
Lilian smiled wider.
Too wide.
"Of course it's not."
And that was the moment both women realized…
Whatever was sitting in that bed was not fully Lilian anymore.
And it knew exactly what it was doing.
"I know this isn't Lilian,who are you?" Ms wilder questioned
"Ohh my dear, I'm the enemy of your enemy but I won't go into details until you bring me Avelyn" Lilian responded
"I'll bring Avelyn but won't give her to you until you tell me who you are"Ms wilder negotiated
"That's a great deal" Lilian smiled
"Deal!" Ms wilder said and walked out of the room followed by Dr Emma.
...Unknown location...
Fire burned everywhere.
Not the kind that destroyed things. Not the kind that screamed pain. The flames curled around buildings, streets, and bodies like they belonged there. Like fire was just another element of life.
This was a city.
A fire city.
Tall structures made of black stone and molten cracks stretched into the red sky. Rivers of flame flowed where water should have been. Creatures walked freely through it all, horns, claws, wings, eyes glowing in colors that didn't exist in the human world.
Demons.
Different kinds. Different ranks. Different hungers.
This underworld had been sealed off for ages. Humans didn't know it existed. Vampires thought it was a myth. Witches had erased it from history after losing too many wars trying to control what lived here.
But seals weaken.
They always do.
Especially when something powerful bleeds where it shouldn't.
High above the city, flames twisted into a wide opening, like a wound in the sky.
Demons stopped walking.
They felt it.
A pull.
Blood that didn't belong to any realm.
"That's new," one demon muttered, licking fire off his claws.
Another laughed. "That's forbidden."
"Which makes it interesting."
From the shadows stepped Drasos.
He didn't look like the others.
No wings. No horns.
Just a tall figure wrapped in dark fire, eyes burning a sharp gold. Old. Calculating. Patient in a way that scared even demons.
"The seal didn't open on its own," Drasos said calmly. "Someone made a mistake."
He closed his eyes.
And saw it.
A girl.
Human body. Witch blood. Ancient soul.
And a bite.
Avelyn.
The moment Lilian's fangs pierced her skin and drank, something went wrong.
Very wrong.
Avelyn's blood wasn't just blood.
It tore.
It split the soul from the body like a blade.
Drasos smiled.
"That's my door."
He stepped into the opening without hesitation.
The world shifted.
Back in the human realm, Lilian's body convulsed on the bed.
Her soul was torn loose, flung out violently, screaming into nothingness.
And into the empty space she left behind, something else slid in.
Drasos.
He settled into the body slowly, testing it. Bones cracked. Skin burned green for a second before settling. A foreign heartbeat echoed through Lilian's chest.
He opened his eyes.
Not Lilian's eyes.
Golden. Cold. Curious.
"So," Drasos murmured, flexing unfamiliar fingers, feeling the restraints dig into his wrists.
"A school," he said with a soft laugh. "A vampire coven. A witch who doesn't remember herself."
His smile widened.
"This realm won't survive this."
And somewhere deep in the dark, Lilian's soul drifted.
Lost.
Watching.
Screaming.