Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 29 A Greater Force

?'I sure would love to read the book again'

"Young man!"

Volmak opened the door in hurry and came in with a man slim and snake-y looking man, he had the appearance of a human who had the tendency to backstab his comrades, one with a tiny mustache that courses upwards and a pointed nose with small eyes and a dotty eyeball, his hair line was running inside too, all these features confirmed Raith's suspicions but never judge a book by its cover, even if its a book you have seen several times.

The man walked towards Raith, shrugging and complaining in murmurs.

"It is one thing that you brought a human to Jarhan, but you want me to treat his wounds while maintaining a human appearance, just as selfish can you bet Volmak, not all of us fiends like humans like you do!"

The man shouted one last time before finally reaching Raith's front and looking at his very obvious wounds.

"Oh fuxk the primordials did you climb a mountain."

'If he can tell that much from just looking at the wounds then I guess he isn't a quack'

Raith's eyeball rolled down to the man who stood beside him, a portion of his doubt was cleared but he still had not let the man off his scrutiny.

"This much injury should be nothing, the blood clotting I can tell they have been there for a very long time. It is a miracle that this injury has not been infected by the fiendish energy."

He said and brought out an orb.

His lips began to stammer and immediately the orb glowed a green light, he placed his hands above Raith's leg.

The injuries on his legs began to close up slowly and when he was done with the legs he moved up to the upper part of his body, and in five minutes he was done.

Raith regained control of his body immediately after the man's orb stopped glowing.

He flung up and was relieved that no pain followed through like before.

"Thank you so much!"

He yelled with a bow.

"At least this one is responsible... unlike some proud old war general I know, ahem."

He said, clearing his throat and groping his mustache while putting his other hand which held the orb to his back.

"I owe you."

"Yes, and I will collect my money."

Raith was surprised that they talk in monetary terms too... and just when he thought about it, he noticed that they had been speaking the same language he had always heard from childhood.

"I'm sorry, but how do you all understand Thetish?"

He asked.

"What the hell is he saying now?"

The man kept groping his mustache as he looked at Raith with an irritated glare.

"Manoll you will speak respectfully to the young man."

Volmak said, gallantly covering the man with his intimidating physique.

"Or what?"

The man put up an equal form of resistance, his eyes began to exude purple smoke and his fingers blackened and grew out as he frowned at Volmak.

After a brief moment of pressuring silence between the two of them, Volmak sighed and looked away.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you will come to regret today one day."

He said with his eyes closed but opened them as he looked at Raith.

"I supposed the language that is spoken in this world is Thetish?"

"Yes"

Raith nodded.

"Well, you see we speak abyssal... if you are hearing our language as yours it means a greater force is in play. You know what I'm talking about."

Volmak stated to Raith but looked at the man who was pretending not to mind what he was saying.

Raith bowed his head.

'...the abyss?'

The abyss was just something Raith thought he would be doing his trials and gaining strength in return which would help him to get stronger in Therut.

But now being in Felfhiem, he is realizing that the abyss might be such a great force than he can ever comprehend.

'But why did something like that choose me? Why did Fel choose me?'

For the first time since he had been chosen as a hero, he asked himself that question and had no answer to it for now.

"Are you going to stand around like that forever?"

Volmak confronted the man who immediately cleared his throat.

"I was just leaving anyway."

He said as he walked out but he couldn't get out of his head Volmak's words to Raith.

"What did he mean by a greater force? Is he mad, trying to speak in code... or is he hiding something?'

The old man restlessly rummaged through what it could be as he walked up stroking one side of his tiny mustache.

"That was Mallon... Mallon is an incubus. A subrace of the yugol fiend. He feeds off living energy but using the orb of reversal he can use the energies he has absorbed to reverse the condition of a creature. He is a prominent doctor in the city."

'Wow, looks like he is a big shot after all.'

"Thank you, sir"

Raith lowered his gaze as he appreciated Volmak.

"You can call me Volmak, there is no need for a thank you. I think the one I owe the most is you. I don't think I can ever be grateful enough for what you have done for me."

Volmak stated with a warm smile.

"I didn't do anything?"

Raith's statement ended like a question as he tried to seek out his memories if there was anything he did that was worth commending. He found nothing!

"You should take some rest, you have had it rough"

Volmak said, tapping Raith's shoulders.

"I shall go to the city and get you something edible. Most of the food here might not be consumable to you but I will find something you can manage"

Raith's voice followed Volmak as he walked away.

"Can I follow you?! I would love to see the city!"

He exclaimed, with a bright and longing expression.

"No, you can't."

Volmak's response was immediate and stern.

"As Mollon has said, there are fiends out there who hate humans and will instantly recognize that you are one with the smell of your blood. You can't go to the city until the abyss wills it."

He added.

"Rest up, I will get you something delicious to eat."

He smiled and walked out of the cabin, bending his head as he went out the door.