As the boiling sensation slowly started to subside and the ugly, black veins receded from his face and back down his neck, leaving him handsome as ever, Seth was finally relieved of his painful transformation once more. It was really starting to become a pattern, every time something good happened to him, it had to come with torturous pain and him getting laid out on his ass.
At least, he hoped this was something good. It would be just awful if he went through all that and it was something bad. Like a magic blood born disease.
Internally cursing himself for putting that red flag out into the universe, Seth let out a low, long groan before hacking up a mouthful of blood. The blood that splattered against the ground was not crimson, but was black as tar. Even its consistency was like tar, so viscous and thick that it could hardly be called a liquid at that point.
"Uuugh, That can't be healthy."
