A Cursed Throne

The demihuman and Hurst had the same gaping mouth while staring at the kneeling body rise, dust itself, and walk headless toward its head. Then, the body picked up its head and simply reattached it.

The neck, which never technically bled, healed as if nothing had happened. Abe moved his limbs around as if testing them before turning again toward the demihuman.

"You see, Hurst, this is what happens when you help others."

The demihuman started shaking as he met the green glow of Abe's eyes. However, Hurst grabbed the monster from his collar and glared at him with hatred.

"If you had such a power, why did you let my brother die?" spat Hurst with anger. Abe stared at him quietly despite being held like this, then slapped his hand away.

"I had no reason to save him, but I will tell you this: I obtained these powers after that incident," Abe adjusted his collar before he sighed. "I cannot save everyone."