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The vastness of hybrid species that lived in Unstable Universe was, a lot, to say the least. With oral tradition and knowledge of these biologies slowly being forgotten, some people didn't even know what they were, or at least the full extent of it.
Eggchan knew.
Angels were more of the uncommon variety, which was a tad ironic when you realize just how many demons thrived in modern day. The anatomy of an angel was one that although heavily studied, seemed to be almost entirely lost to time. Sure, people knew of their wings and halos, but that wasn't exclusively an angelic trait. Many demonic hybrids had halo like appendages, and avians and their wings were common as could be.
So, Eggchan lied. They were able to pass as an avian, as most people assumed they were. It was easier to let those assumptions become the general perception of truth than to clarify. Why would they, really? It'd only cause them more endangerment then their friendship with Wemmbu does.
Speaking of Wemmbu, shit, Egg was really hoping he'd show up soon.
The dramatic build-up to this point was.. well, dramatic. Messy. Egg was sure their teammates didn't abandon them, they wouldn't. No way. Right?
Whatever the reason, Egg was left behind, falling into the hands of the Zam empire. At first, Zam had taken some pity on Egg when they saw their roughed up state, courtesy of her own guards. That grace didn't last long, because before Egg could be whisked away, there was a pause. Zam processed the EXP that seemed to linger in the air before swirling toward her regal form. She was quick to connect the dots, glancing down at Egg's almost golden colored blood. She ordered them closer, and Egg was forced to comply via her guards. The EXP only became more intense, and Zam grinned widely.
That was it, that smile was the start of their personal little hell. Time was a long forgotten concept, someone would come into the obsidian box, take blood, feed Egg enough to survive, and leave. The taste of golden foods rotted in their mouth, sickly sweet and lacking the comforting taste that real food had. They were lightheaded, painfully so. They were starting to worry they might pass out, for.. the who-knows-how-manyth time. A tiny sob escaped them before they could even register it, and they began to cry. They didn't want to be part of violence, of bloodshed. They'd done everything they could to be the neutral ground, and here they were. Would it have even mattered what they did? Or was the only important part that they were a genetic monopoly?
Egg coughed, hacking up blood (and almost some bile.) Tears stinged their eye, which they covered in their hands. They'd been left in nothing but a loose white shirt, like one you'd wear at a hospital. In a way, Egg sure felt like they were in a hospital right now. The only real thing missing was the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the sweet praises from the nurse.
Not that the guards were nice to them. Egg was just a resource, not anyone to be treated softly.
"Egg?" A voice calls out. Egg whines, they don't want more extractions. They'd like to keep their own blood, dammit. "Holy-- where's your blindfold? Okay- lets- we need to get out of here." The voice rambled. Egg gasps, and they're brought to tears again because they know that voice.
"M-min-san?" Egg calls out. Their already bad vision was worsened by exhaustion threatening it all to fade to black and the running tears. It was terrifying, trying to reach out to Minute without being able to properly see him.
"Shh shh shh, hey, it's me, yeah. Hi Eggchan. We're gonna get out, ok? Wemmbu is handling combat." Minute whispered, and Egg just sobs. They're lifted up by soft hands that they can recognize as Minute's, and they're both moving. Minutetech can feel the aura of EXP lingering in the air, circling in on him, but it's not of his concern. His main priority was getting Egg to safety. Egg's eye fluttered to a close, a sense of dread filling them as everything faded-- including Minute.
The scent of alcohol assaulted Egg's senses, and they opened their eyes to blurry spots dancing above them. Purple and black seemed to swirl together as voices began to filter through, although relatively unintelligible. The voices quiet as Egg gently lifts their hand, reaching for the colors.
"Mmb.. w'bbu..?" They gasped, to which the purple mass shifts closer-- Wemmbu. Wemmbu was okay, they were ok. They weren't in Zam's kingdom anymore.
"Hey Egg. Minutetech is getting you some steak. You're really low on iron, dude." Wemmbu's hand, Egg assumes, finds its way into their hair. They whine as the sweet smell of a regeneration potion fills the air, and they put their hand out as a barrier. "N--no m're pots.. p'ease.." They whine. They can hear the clink of a bottle being set down, along with a sigh. "Alright. No, you're right. We don't wanna overdo you on them, it'd just make you worse." He Wemmbu mutters. "Minute debriefed me already. On the whole, uh.. blood harvesting thing." He continues, grimacing. Egg grimaces as well, trying to block out the memories that were now coming back. They try to cover their own face, which was a mess of drool and tears. "Oh, Egg.." Wemmbu fought back tears of his own, because he had to be strong. He had to be okay when Egg wasn't.
Minute returned, a warm steak in hand. He frowned seeing both of his boys in such a state. The food was brought over to Egg as whispers flowed through the air. Before they even realized it, Wemmbu was helping them sit up in the bed. Egg winced as their still fresh wounds were jostled. "I know, I'm sorry." He whispered, voice so soft for a world like Unstable Universe. Minute approached the injured angel, putting on a smile. "Hey. Feeling better bud?" He asked, bringing a piece of steak to Egg's mouth. Egg weakly chewed on the offered food, feeling the slightest bit of energy begin to return.
Once they were fed, the angel tried to lay back down. "Ppbubaa.." Egg whined, staring helplessly at the blur that was Minutetech. "Hey buddy." Minute waved, placing his hand over theirs. Wemmbu situated himself into the bed, cuddling up to Egg's side. Minute looked concerned at first, but relaxed once he realized Wemmbu was not causing any disturbance to the poor angel. Minute exited the room soon after, likely preparing items for all three's recovery. Egg sighed, their head leaning into Wemmbu's neck. "Nnight w'memby.." They muttered. Wemmbu didn't have the heart to tell them that it was only afternoon. He simply smiled, patting their head and wishing them a goodnight.