[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke

Luna, Xion's servant, had been brutally murdered. Her body was mangled in a way no ordinary human could inflict.

She had also been the reason the poison had entered Xion's body.

Though, with how innocent she had seemed, it felt nearly impossible to believe.

Darius had personally inspected her, checked all the greyish tendrils that fluttered around her. They were far less than others, clearly showing her immaturity.

Someone as clumsy as her shouldn't even be in the castle to begin with, but it was precisely that naivety that suited his Xion.

Darius had asked her to take care of his beloved, and now that same naive girl had betrayed her master with poison.

If only he weren't so busy, if only he had taken another look at Luna, then nothing like this would have happened.

Even now, when he recalled that corpse almost buried in the black whips of sin, he had the urge to drag her back from hell and kill her all over again.

Allen, noticing the Archduke's stormy eyes darken further, sighed.

"We need to take care of teacher. His food, his drinks, his sleep, everything should be on time. I have managed to stop the poison from spreading, but it will take some time to properly remove it from his body."

Darius hummed while staring at the pile of medicine on the table.

Being sick was something he was used to. But not in this way.

If it meant Xion being perfectly healthy, he would rather go back to being infected with Moonshade Affliction.

He looked toward the open doors where his lover was, and the rage in his veins reared its head.

Kill. Yes, I need to kill them all.

Meanwhile, lying on the clean covers, Xion shivered.

It was the third day since he got his half memories back, since he had lost his entire vision.

Not even a flicker of light passed through the dull, vacant void where his sight once was.

It wasn't even the darkness he was witnessing. Rather, it was the lack of it, lack of both light and night, the colors, the faces, and the lack of everything else.

In the depths of that lifeless void, Soren's voice echoed cruelly in his mind.

"Be good, little angel, cry a bit more. Brother needs your tears."

The phantom pain of whips that had landed on his back until his skin tore away, and the rotten stench which started to emit from Soren every time he tortured him with a giddy smile still lingered on his skin.

Just the thought of those two months he had spent in Soren's cage had him flinch at the sudden touch.

"Brother, it's me."

"Ah," Xion sighed, visibly relaxing against the soft sheets. "I am sorry for troubling you like this."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Noxian huffed while gently helping Xion up.

Setting the pillow behind his back, he kept babbling, "You know, brother, I made porridge, just the way you taught me. You have to taste it and praise me."

His gaze lingered on the thin body that had lost weight in just a few days before hastily covering it up with the duvet.

"What if you didn't cook well?" Xion asked with a slight smile, finding it amusing how Noxian was ordering him in the same tone as Darius.

That smile made Noxian purse his lips. His red-rimmed eyes, swollen from his earlier bouts of crying, welled up once more.

He looked up, blinking to not let another drop fall down. Then, to hide it all, he fiercely sat on the chair next to the bed, making the wooden legs cry in protest.

"No matter what, you still have to praise me."

Xion couldn't help but laugh. Despite all the things, this brat's childishness was still as silly as ever.

However, in the next second, his laugh turned into a violent cough.

Warm hands patted his back, clumsily trying to soothe him, not daring to inject his mana the way Archduke had been doing.

"It will create rejection from within." Allen had told him. "Teacher is different from us mortals. We can't... dirty him more than we already have."

Didn't Noxian know it?

He was actually the first to notice how different his brother was from any other human being.

And yet, despite being aware of all the heinousness of human nature, he had let his brother get hurt.

The coughing fit left his back damp with sweat. Some even trailed down his temple.

Noxian used his cuff to wipe it away before grabbing the water from the side table.

"Brother, here—drink this." He brought the glass to Xion's lips, letting the still breathless young man rest on his shoulder. "It has medicine in it. It should—it will help you."

A few gulps and Xion looked fine. Almost fine, if one ignored the purple lines like thunder covering his throat and spreading down to his chest.

"Noxian," Xion said in a low voice, "Can you hug me?"

Noxian did. There was nothing else he was capable of doing to ease Xion's pain.

However, the hands patting his back with such tenderness reminded him of the times when he would wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night.

No matter how tired or sleepy Xion was, he would always hold him like this until he fell asleep again.

Despite his will to strangle the sound in his throat, a sob still escaped his pursed lips.

"It's alright, Noxian. Am I not here with you? Everything will be fine." Xion soothed the cub in his arms.

Noxian might not have noticed it, but his body was trembling. The moment Xion's ethereal voice reached his ears, it was as if a dam broke.

His tears fell down like a broken chain of pearls, sliding down Xion's neck as the young cub wailed.

"Brother... Brother..."

That was the only word that stayed on Noxian's sobbing lips.

If love was enough to heal, he would've given every last drop he had left. But right now, all he had were tears. Just useless cries that soaked Xion's shoulder as he clung to Xion.