Here drink this

Darick waited worried at what his friend might be doing below him in the village. The screams he anticipated never came which stretched his nerves out while he listened in deafening silence by the edge of the cliff.

"HeEey Darick, watcha doing?" Tral suddenly says from behind him almost causing him to jump back right off the ledge in surprise.

"Holy hell gates Tral, that didn't take long. Did.. did you do it already?" Darick asks trying to calm down after that scare.

"Well actually didn't need to drink anyone, but had an excellent conversation with a lovely old lady who was kind enough to give me a treat to remember her by." Tral casually mentions before describing in greater details.

"So our next target is on an island a little ways south if the continent. There is apparently a mad docter Stein there who does unspeakable experiments on anyone unlucky enough to come in contact with him. I also discovered through her memories that we are hilariously under powered and that I'm fairly certain that the higher ups in the church have been letting us roam free to test/slaughter the military which is an absolute joke of an excuse of useful idiots to cause an excessive amount of death." Tral goes on to explain to his stunned companion who needs to sit down to process this.

Darick replies with "So you're saying the church has been using us to kill the military… but why that doesn't make sense?"

Tral laughs sadly "It would seem that despite promoting the creation of life, the true goal of the church is to actually create as much death as possible for the heavens and their higher ups are ridiculously over powered compared to what we have seen. That said we should avoid all the cities between here and the island because each have equally over powered cultivators along with church contacts that not only don't take kindly to vampires but would likely sense us the moment we entered a larger settlement specifically because of my now unique existence which explains why people so rarely see vampires in a city."

Darick seems to be stuck in concentration over these epiphanies which Tral doesn't mind as he makes two strange potions in each hand "on the up side I'm an alchemist now so I would suggest drinking the blue one first to detoxify your body followed by the red one after a couple hours to help boost your strength. The won't do me much good as I am now but should do wonders for you."

He puts both concoctions down infront of Darick and then materializes a fairly advance jacuzzi along with various sturdy bands he starts fiddling with much to Daricks confusion although all this is a lot to deal with so Darick simply picks up the blue mixture and downs it in one go.

As his belly starts to feel a strange cold sensation Tral hastily puts a cork in his friends mouth and strapping him up to Daricks ultimate confusion before tossing him in the jacuzzi as that cold sensation spreads throughout his body causing violent painful reactions. "Ssshhh calm down buddy you'll be fine, it's just forcing all the bullshit out and you wouldn't want to go on a rampage around all those nice sleeping people would you?"

Darick now freaking out but mostly unable to move as he is all wrapped up wildly convulses in the boiling water as the cold temperature of his body sends steam into the air.

After a bit an inky dark foul smelling ooze starts to come out of his pours filling the water with this repugnant substance. Tral with a noise plug now on casually scoops up the stuff and tosses it into the back of the cave they are outside.

This process goes on for almost two hours with Tral making stupid smart ass comments the whole time about how dirty Darick is and how lucky he is to have such a caring friend.

Once the substance stops coming out Tral waits a bit before helping his buddy out of the straps that bind him and as soon as the cork comes out he receives a torrent of insults followed by "You know you could have warned me first you freaking jerk wad. That was awful what the hell just happened to me?"

Tral shrugged it off "it's built up toxins in your system like I said. I didn't put them there, you did although there isn't much choice in the matter but now your whole body has been purified so you should feel much better. I think a thank you is in order."

Darick scowls at his friend intently before doing some stretches to feel out hus body " Fuck you asshole.. but ya I do feel a lot more limber and quite a bit lighter as well… You're still a crazy jerk and you know it."

Tral just smirks at him for a bit obviously pleased with himself before looking over at the red vial and jokingly gesturing towards almost laughing now.

"Nooo way dude, what the blazing hells did you put in that one? You have to tell me what is up before or I'm not touching a thing you make you alchemical hack." Darick starts to get worked up followed by a plethora of swearing everytime he looks at the last concoction.

Tral just calmly drains the hot water out of the jacuzzi and starts putting ice into it which sets Darick off on another series of profanity.

Tral just stares at his victim with mocking grin on his face before saying "the ice is melting… come on it's just a drink and you'll feel way better afterwards. You'll thank me eventually."

Darick gives he a real mean look back before gazing into the potion like it was a deadly poison sent to test his survival skills.

"Oh fuck it, today is already messed up so I might as well finish the job" He claims as he unstoppers the bottle and drinks the spicy mixture before jumping into the ice cold tub.

His body starts to heat up spreading into his muscles at first rather comfortably but it quickly gets rather intense as all his tissues begin to fire up. The water around him steams like crazy as the ice rapidly melts returning to a state similar to the hot jacuzzi from before.

Tral periodically adds more ice to cool it off and this time Darick doesn't have such a bad time once he adjusts to the situation, near the end about half an hour into it he even gets quite relaxed as if receiving an intense massage.