What’s Done, Is Done
[A 10 Month Old Memory]
Kris Tang
After holding their breath, The Demon before them collapses to the ground, sizzling and burning the carpet before shifting back instantly.
Nyku, Mirah, Momma Fei and I all stare intensely as the fur disappears right under our eyes, revealing toned and muscular, scorched, bronze skin with long curly hair flowing down it's back.
Now laying on the burnt sizzling carpet, was Bahm as we all remembered him. Hair long like the first time he was banished to Hell hundreds and hundreds of years ago, according to Nyku, and nails longer than ever.
I charged over right away, pushing the long curly hairs away from Bahm's face, but his body was still scalding hot to the touch and I hissed when my fingertips began burning.
"I'll go get Leolo and his men!"
Nyku leaves the area while everyone stayed behind investigating the strange welted abrasions on Bahm's body. We knew Bahm healing regeneration was impossibly quick, never having injuries that leave him marks and scars, so why was his whole top of his back covered in these symbolic looking abrasions?
"Bahm?
Can you hear me?"
Quickly I shake Bahm's body, ignoring the burn and concentrating on my best friend's well being.
"He seems to be in a trauma induced coma, Kris.
He must've suffered much on his way up."
Mirah shivers and looks over to Momma Fei, then she sniffs the air and runs her hands through the smoke leaving Bahm's body.
The first time Bahm ever absorbed other Demons into his body, was the last time he went to hell so he could escape.
This was one everyone's mind here in the room. We prayed to the Heavens that he would be his regular self again. Despite the new demonic looking form his wolf had taken on.
Moments later Leolo and his strongest men hoisted Bahm up from the floor and onto a wooden plank before all four men carried him up to the healing chambers.
"Careful with his neck!" Momma Fei shots worriedly after seeing Bahm's head lolled over.
Everyone that cared and heard about The King's return, swarms inside the chambers, fearing the worst had happened to him. For some, he is the last and only son of their mighty and highly respectable former King, Ba'Hari. So as immature and naive he may be to some beings in The Kingdom, he was sincerely loved and protected by his people as well.
I, of all beings, was a nervous wreck the most. I couldn't quite put together why Bahm's wolf, Aldrerix, would take on another form, and I kept wondering if Nyku and Momma Fei have ever seen him in a Lycan form like today, but they all shook their heads in shock.
It's not as though Bahm was a shapeshifter whom could shape his body however he wanted, he was a Wolf, never a Lycan walking on two feet! Although it bothered the two women, they remained silent, leaving me to believe something had indeed gone wrong.
Hours flew by and The King was showing no signs of waking any time soon, so Mirah instructed everyone to let him nap, and that she would even connect many devices that read magical levels while he slept, incase he was really conscious and couldn't communicate with them. I had a funny feeling about everything, but I let Bahm sleep for as long as I thought he needed.
"Wake up for me man.
Im worried."
I did however, keep checking into the healing chambers, assuring Bahm was in fact alright every hour for the next 7 seven hours. The beating in his chest indicted that he was calm, relaxed, and doing just fine, but it made me worry strangely. I knew how much Hunnie meant to him, so why was he the way he was, and not rushing back to his her, or waking up, and what did he do to leave so quick?
Did he hit his head? Mirah did mention about trauma, could he still be fighting mentally?
I was up all night looking for answers himself.
I visited my friend one last time during the late night.
"Hey Bahm. It's my last time checking on you. I really miss you and hope you awaken early morning. Good night."
Luckily, The Demon Realm had been sealed shut with by many sutras and spells warding evil demons off, and it should hold for the next 100 years, so everyone in the castle had been sleeping peacefully, except for me in the last 9 months.
The closing of The Realm was all thanks to Anna collecting as much Rogue Witches as she could and the oldest ones in the world to make this happen. They all happily obeyed her, given the opportunity to unleash all their weapons towards Demons.
We all thought its the work of Hiliana, but no one questioned around this time. W were only anxiously waiting for Bahm to return unscathed and happy that Demons weren't leaking into the world.
The following next morning, I wake up later on in the day after accidentally sleeping in. I thought I heard Bahm's distinctive voice roaring away, so I hurried off the bed, freshened up and made my way out the chambers.
The halls were quiet on his side, but my ears could pick up on much commotion going on in the halls as I got closer and closer to Bahm's corridor.
Inaudible works infiltrated his communication link swiftly, sounding more like an annoyed tone. It also sounded like Bahm's voice!
'What's going on?" I stumbled upon the hallway leading to the chambers and see many guards surrounding the doors nervously.
"Young Master!"
The armored vampire guard bows and steps away from the door and bows once more before continuing his statement.
"Your Highness has woke, but he isn't happy--"
The man speaks but I rush passed him, pushing the doors open to see Bahm to the left, sitting on a chair by his closet and rubbing his hands angrily against his chin.
Our eyes meet and Bahm wore a confused and skittish look on his face while I scanned his over. His hand lowers from his chin and sizes me up!
Is he alright?
I can feel anger, confusion and fear flooding our connection all at once.
"Hey Bahm..
How are you doing?"
I spoke softly while approaching him, but he immediately stands up and grabs me by my collar while growling.
"YOUR HIGHNESS!" Shrieks a few maidens.
Within seconds, the ones in the room all rush between the us, using their arms to separate Bahm from my shirt.
"What!
What did I do?"
I yell with wide eyes while holding onto his hands, and it angered Bahm even more when I repeat the same question in our link.
Bahm begins shouting in my face, but I couldn't understand not a single word escaping those angry lips. My eyes widens as Bahm hurled foreign spew my way, twisting his face and eyebrows with each word.
Finally, I yells as well, fed up about this perplexed encounter. Why is he even attacking me this way and screaming at me in another language? What has gotten into him!
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM!!" I roar finally.
"Young M--Master, The King is speaking an old language from al--almost 800 y-years ago."
Said one of the older maids of the castle named Mama Chicken, whom was also trying to pry Bahm's grasps from my collar with her rough cooking ones.
"What do you mean?" I shriek after ripping Bahm's hands from my shirt aggressively.
Leolo and his men manages to push Bahm back down into his seat while he sits there panting and staring at me intensely again.
"Why is he so mad?"
I wail my arms in the air. Everyone in the room looks over to me, then back to each other.
Suddenly, Nyku comes flying into the room with Momma Fei, both wearing a distressed and frightening look on their face.
"Kris, he doesn't understand English anymore, nor does he have any memory of the newer people of the castle." Nyku speaks frantically, directing Bahm and my attention towards her.
Momma Fei begins folding her arms across her chest, squinting her eyes at Bahm, and examining his demeanor after receiving the unsettling news about her son.
She walks over to Bahm, who was now forcefully being held down in his chair by Leolo and his men, because every time he locked eyes with me, he seemed to want to becoming violent!
His eyes were wide and trained on me sinisterly, as his fangs elongated and he fought to charge after the young Lycan whom he'd changed just 15 years prior.
Momma Fei stops directly in front of Bahm seated in his chair and being held down by the guards.
Bahm stops his struggle as well when she stands observing him. She then begins speaking a different language and then Bahm shakes his head no before he yells back in the same language and points over to me.
"What...
What... is he saying?" I groan, furious by this whole situation.
Momma Fei looks over to me slowly, raising the cherry blossom pipe to her lips and toking before she replies.
"He says...
He doesn't remember you, and he wants to know why you are holding his heart in your chest."