Chapter 5: The elf is mine!
The three sat around the dining table in the spacious dining room. It was more of a dining hall, in Ossilo's opinion, but he had more pressing matters to worry about than the size of the dining room.
"I saw him first," Octavian snapped at the red head.
"You promised me all the treasure. That includes the healer," Frederik snapped back. A hand going to grip Ossilo's.
Ossilo removed his hand just in time, and Frederik snarled at him. Ossilo edged closer to Octavian, who smirked at the dragon.
"See? He doesn't want you. Now, if you stop being so stubborn and agree to share..." Ossilo edged away from Octavian, which placed him in his old spot.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Ossilo asked. For all that those two had been talking for hours, they had not tried to engage him. Not even once.
"No," they both answered him at the same time. Octavian turned to him, and regarded him coolly.
"You are both my soulmates. The only way that you two will end up together is if it's with me," Octavian said.
"You think that all the people who still have mana are your soulmates, correct?" Frederik asked, a bit amused.
"Yes," Octavian nodded.
"I am a mob, I don't count. I can feel goblins with mana running around. Are they your soulmates as well?" Frederik winked at Ossilo, who shrank in his chair.
"I won't consider goblins my soulmates, no," Octavian agreed. "Yet, the hag couldn't have given me fake goods."
"Hags lie all the time," Ossilo chimed in. Two sets of eyes, one gold and one green, turned to him. The way they both looked at him, as if he was their property, unnerved him.
"That is true," Frederik said, and Octavian wilted.
"There is no way I don't have a soulmate," Octavian whined, and the other two shared a look.
"Will you return the mana to everyone if... I stay with you?" Ossilo asked. He wanted things to go back to the way they had been. The world needed healers who could use mana. People were going to drop like flies, if there weren't any.
"I can't," Octavian admitted.
"Wonderful," Frederik spoke, not sarcastic in the slightest. "I have always wanted to be a top predator."
"Weren't you already?" Octavian asked. Frederik had looked bigger than the average dragons that the necromancer had seen in his life.
"Back to the topic at hand," Frederik said, and this time his hand did manage to grip Ossilo's. "The elf is mine. You promised me all the treasure. I get to keep all the treasure you possess."
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"I was not his," Ossilo protested, but the two pretended they had not heard him.
"By your logic, I am a treasure as well," Octavian bit back. "As the only necromancer who can use mana, I am one of a kind. My armies will more than make up for the fact that I can't heal."
Frederik eyed Octavian from head to toe. Then, he tilted his head to the side, and stared at Ossilo, who was looking at his hand, which was in Frederik's grip.
"Why shouldn't I keep you both. Necromancer, I demand you get the elf to become a vampire," Frederik said, and Ossilo began to fight against his grip.
"Neither of you will make me into a blood sucker," Ossilo protested, but then he felt the necromantic mana get in his stomach. He doubled over from the pain, his skin getting pale. Octavian pulled out a vial from his pocket.
"Now, you are a healer, so, you know what necromantic mana does to a body, if one was not born with the affinity," Octavian told him in a level tone. As if he were not killing Ossilo, at this very moment.
"Bastard," Ossilo rasped, but the vial was brought to his lips.
"You don't have that much time, soulmate," Octavian told him, as black lines began to appear on Ossilo's skin. "Just a sip, and you will become immortal. Say no, and, well...I am good at digging graves."
"That was not a part of the deal," Frederik snarled, but the necromantic mana edged towards him, and he quieted down.
"I think that both of you seem to have some misconceptions about me," Octavian began, as Ossilo's shaky fingers closed around the vial. "I am not some nice puff that will allow for the two of you to push me around. I am a necromancer, my soulmates. And, you are both stuck with me."
Octavian helped Ossilo drink the vial's contents, and watched as the elf's breathing became ragged, until it stopped altogether. Ossilo clutched at his mouth, as his canines grew into fangs.
His life was over. Sure, he knew next to nothing about vampires, but he knew they were cursed. He would never see the light of day again. Never feel warm air on his skin during a lazy summer afternoon.
He glared at Octavian, and then his nose twitched. He could smell them. Both of them. And they smelt like the cakes that Ossilo made. Better, even.
A clawed hand gently positioned itself behind Ossilo's neck, and a neck was offered to him. Without a second thought, Ossilo bit down. He found that the skin was hard to break through. His haze was broken long enough to see the mop of red hair, and he knew why.
Frederik was trying to imprint on him, even now. Ossilo pumped mana into his fangs, and finally punctured the skin, which had the hardness of dragon scales.
The blood was warm, and flowed freely down Ossilo's throat. When he felt like he couldn't drink even a drop more, he got his fangs out and rested his chin on the bitten spot.
"Bastards," Ossilo murmured, his eyes becoming misty.
"Yes, but your bastards," Octavian told him from his other side. "I do believe that now things are fair. I get my two soulmates, plus any other soulmates we come across. Frederik gets his treasure. Ossilo gets to live forever. It all ties up nicely."
As Octavian and Frederik's hands found themselves in Ossilo's long brown hair, the elf vowed that he would get them back. They had given him the means to fight back now. He would return the mana to the world, even if that was the last thing he did.
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