Wishmaker Chapter 11: Chapter 11

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Under Sunday's fiery gaze, the bandages that were so carefully wrapped around Val's chest burned away in an instant as if melting into impercievable ash. A feeling of emptiness suddenly flooded the boy's mind; everything below his neck was now exposed for the man to see. Valentine had no time to react, barely registering his torso bursting with a wave of familiar white flames that twisted and crackled at the corner of his vision. Sunday looked down at the boy's stripped body with a frown. "This one will be a little tricky." With a complicated expression, he placed his hand on the boy's chest, his fingers sinking into something. ...wait, what? Val blinked twice, thinking he had misheard him due to being overwhelmed with sensation. Did he just say... tricky? Those words made his throat sore. Is it even worse than my arm? Of course, he had yet to gather enough courage and look down, holding his chin up for the time being and trying to shift his focus towards something else. He had no Idea how the rest of his body would look. When eating or breathing, he hadn't encountered any problems except for an occasional piercing sensation in his throat whenever he swallowed. What could have possibly happened, for Sunday, who had no problem with touching human flesh, to frown? Damn, I want to look at it so badly. But something at the corner of his mind told him that the sight would leave a mark on his psyche, probably even traumatizing him for life. Crackle! As the sound of fire became loud enough to hear without focusing on it, a familiar rush of warmth overturned his insides, turning his blood into a boiling river of crimson that flowed within his veins. Seeing Sunday's carefree smile, Val leaned back and enjoyed the warmth. *** Watching the boy from above, he put on a tight smile that reached Val's eyes, making him lie down on his pillow with a trusting expression. Good... He was glad that, despite being consumed within his blaze, the boy remained calm and endured the heat boiling within him. It was a rare thing to find someone who could accept them and not turn into a melting amalgamation of human flesh. What pain must he be feeling under such a blessing? He thought while caressing Val's insides with a gentle touch. Evaporating the blood with a move of his hand, the boy's brows furrowed. I haven't done this in a while... Sunday smiled at the memory of his past flashing before his eyes, reminding him of this moment. Just a blur for his eyes to see, but enough to remember the familiar warmth of his prominent flames. It was good to let it out once in a while. Watching the boy's body with an ignited gaze, the sight made his frown deepen. There was nothing. His bones were taken out a long time ago, leaving a lump of flesh and organs in their stead that, despite being held within his bandages, functioned as they normally would. Shifting his comforting gaze, he looked towards where his ribcage was a long time ago. Connected with multiple veins and nerves he pulled out from his flesh, there were his lungs moving sharply, his liver, under them, and intestines covering the rest of his organs, being scattered without a care. However, none of these mattered to Sunday. His hand carefully avoided disturbing the steady rhythm his body had developed and reached for the boy's glowing heart that was hidden away beneath a lump of flesh. It shone with a faint crimson light, like a delicate flower blooming in the darkness; it beat within his palm every second. On it, carved into its muscle, were thin threads that circled his heart countless times like a machine. To grow attached to her blessing in such a short span of time, this boy was truly a devout believer. Within his palm, a sphere of flames was born, made of tiny snake-like threads that, despite trying to break free from each other, stopped for a moment in the presence of his heart. Now, come back to me. Commanding the flames, Valentine's heated heart started to twist itself, changing shape. Muscles we