Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Chapter 4

            Althea ran to the kitchen and yanked open a drawer where she kept a needle. This needle was passed down in her family for generations since 1888. In the same drawer, she grabbed a spool of spider silk. She raced back to Nekros’s body.

            Althea pricked her finger on the needle and smeared the blood on the silk thread. With the silk thread covered in blood, she threaded the needle.

            “All life hangs by a thread. A fragile bond that only a necromancer can mend. With my blood, the blood of the Goddess Clotho, I erase death from my sight and make this right,” Althea chanted as she sowed Nekros with the blood-soaked thread. When she tied off the thread, the stitches glowed a neon green before turning invisible.

            The smell of mint filled Nekros’s nose and aroused him from his sleep. He opened his eyes to see Althea crouched over him. Tears escaped her shut eyes and stained her cheeks. He raised a hand and caressed her cheek.

            “What’s wrong baby?” he asked. The term of endearment left his mouth before he realized what he called her. Luckily the word went unheard.

The touch of Nekros’s hand and his soft words caused Althea to jump and her eyes widened. Nekros smiled softly at her. Althea flung herself into him and cried into his chest.

            “Oh, thank goodness!”

Nekros stroked Althea’s hair in an attempt to comfort her. “What happened?” he asked.

            “I’m so sorry!” Althea cried harder and only kept repeating her apology over and over.

Nekros stopped stroking Althea’s hair. His hands cupped her face and gently pulled it up so she could look at him.

            “Why are you sorry?”

Althea took a deep breath. “I accidentally killed you. When I saw you there dead, I panicked. So, I…I had no choice. I had to bring you back.”

Nekros stared into Althea’s tear-filled eyes. He tried to wrap his head around what she was saying.

            “I died?”

Althea nodded.

            “And you brought me back.”

Althea nodded again and held her breath knowing where the conversation was headed.

“How?”

“I’m…I’m a necromancer.”

Nekros stared at her dumbfounded. Althea turned away from him and her body went rigid. A small sting hit his heart. He reached out and cupped Althea’s face making her look at him. When he saw the expression on her face, another sting hit his heart.

            “You hate me now…don’t you,” she whimpered.

“Why would I hate you? Because you’re a necromancer? Or because you killed me?”

Althea averted her eyes and looked at the ground in shame.

“I don’t hate you. In all honesty, I’m flattered that I could make you feel that much pleasure that you actually killed me,” Nekros voiced as he leaned down and kissed Althea. “Also…I’m turned on.” Nekros smiled smugly as he watched a blush creep over Althea’s face and reached up to her ears. He pulled away leaving space between them.

            “I meant it though. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you’re not ready for.”