Get Over It. You Look Like A Teenager

She asked in disbelief, and immediately realizing that, Luthiel fluttered his eyes at her.

"It's not...a-a big deal." He shrugged and looked at his hand to see that it was bleeding.

A faint hiss of pain escaped his mouth, having never experienced an injury before.

'Wait! Injury?!" His eyes instantly widened in shock, and nervously, he rushed into the washroom and shut the door behind him, leaving Yennefer confused.

He stared at the cut, his heart thumping heavily within him at the same time.

How was this possible?

He had never experienced any sort of wound in his entire life, even during battles, so... what just happened?

Nervousness overwhelmed him, and he pondered heavily, trying to figure out just what could have happened.

He pinched between his brows, and as though an idea popped into his mind, he grabbed his pocket knife and cut his skin, immediately appalled on seeing the blood that slowly began to ooze out.

"What…?" An exhausted breath fled his nose, entirely filled with disarray.

What was going on?

Why is he getting wounds now?

Could it be that his body is getting vulnerable?

No! That is impossible!

If his body was getting weak, he definitely would know.

He still feels as strong as he always has, so this is definitely not an explanation for what's happening.

He shut his eyes and took deep breaths.

Someone who might have an answer to what was happening to him popped up in his mind, and without wasting any time, he pushed the door open and turned his head to look at Yennefer, who was sitting up on the bed with her hand clutching the part of her stomach where she was feeling pain.

"Where are you going? Is everything okay?" Yennefer inquired, and he slowly nodded his head at her.

"Ye-yes. Everything is fine. Um… I will go get you a physician. You rest up."

He said, and without waiting for a response from her, he quickly rushed out of the chamber and dashed towards another empty chamber, where he had felt Damian's presence.

The chamber was isolated, and not even a single guard was guarding it.

A soft breath exited his nose, and he pushed the door open.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

He looked around the room, and his gaze stopped on Damian, who was seated at the table with his head resting on his arms as though he was napping.

"Damian…" He called him, but no response came from Damian.

A slight frown formed on his face, and he unhurriedly walked towards him.

"Damian!" He called him again, this time in a slightly high-pitched voice, and Damian, who seemed to be in deep thought, fluttered his eyes and slowly raised his head to look at him.

"Luthiel? What are you doing here?" He asked, and Luthiel strolled over to sit down on the table.

"What are you thinking about? And why are you seated in here? You look sad."

He inquired, and surprised that he was asking, a suspicious expression emerged on Damian's face.

"Since when... have you become so caring to actually even notice that I am sad?" He questioned and a darkened expression instantly appeared on Luthiel's face.

"You must be stupid. I am only asking to make up for the last time I hit you. I guess...I went a little too far, but I'm not going to apologize to you."

He shrugged, and having expected such a response from him, Damian shook his head in disappointment.

"I guess I should say thank you then, tsk!" He clicked his tongue in annoyance, and Luthiel glared at him with a stern expression on his face.

"Are you going to say what's wrong with you or not?" He scowled, and a long, deep breath fled Damian's nose.

"Well, it's nothing much. I am just thinking of how I am imprisoned here. It feels awful because I used to be a great ruler of a huge empire."

"It just...it's just unbelievable that I fell back to this. Imprisoned by a fucking mortal. That's so embarrassing. I wonder if I would still have the face to look at my people when I am able to return to them one day, if that would ever happen."

A deep sigh exited his mouth, and Luthiel gazed at him for a few moments before proceeding to speak.

"You will get your freedom. Just do not rush. Use your brains." He spoke and Damian's eyes widened almost instantly.

"Are you trying to say that you will... help me?" He asked in excitement, and Luthiel shrugged with a haughty expression on his face.

"That's if you're a good boy. As long as you don't interfere and ruin my plans for me, then yes, I will help you." He replied.

"Boy?" Flabbergasted by the fact that he called him a boy, Damian scrunched his eyebrows at him.

"Get over it. You look like a fucking teenager." Luthiel shut him up without a care in the world, and Damian's jaw fell in shock.

"I'm way older than you, Luthiel." He scowled, and Luthiel arched his brow at him.

"Well, you're older, but I am stronger and more manly. Who would believe that you're one hundred and thirty years old? You look like you are twenty. You look the same age as Yennefer."

He mocked, and Damian darted his eyes around, unsure what to say as a retaliation.

"I will let that slide-"

"You can't do anything! Anyway, for the reason I came here, I need you to look at something. It's urgent." 

Luthiel shut him up before he could finish his words and walked over to take a seat on the chair beside him.

"Look at this."