It took five guards to get the massive demon to the Servant’s Wing on the castle grounds.

Solymr stayed by the other demon’s side the whole time, not wanting anyone to get ideas of just killing him. It wasn’t unheard of, killing demons for no other reason than them being alive.

In the medic’s room, the doctors were shocked at the sight. The smell was even more intense indoors, leaving some of the people with their stomachs turning. The ripped, rotten arm was placed on a big tray. There was no way to save it. The soldier, who was so unfortunate to carry the ripped limb, threw up on the way to the ward. Apparently, the arm, which was quite large too, was staring to soften. The guard had said he felt his own fingers sinking into the flesh. Poor fella, Solymr had thought. He clearly remembered the odour himself, so carrying the arm must have been gruesome.

‘’W-what is he?! What happened to him?!’’ The surgeon in the romm asked, standing by the operation table where the large demon lied.

‘’He’s a demon like me. Please, can you do anything to save him?’’ Solymr pleaded.

The surgeon took a closer look at what was left of the arm. It had been ripped just slightly above the elbow. ‘’This is not going to be easy. Even if I succeed at operating his arm, he might still die from the infection. ‘’ He looked Solymr in the eyes, who only nodded as a response.

The surgeon asked the nurses to strap the infected arm to the operation table, in case he woke up.

He took another glance at the white skinned demon, ‘’Actually, strap both his arms, I don’t want to risk anything..’’ The nurses tensed up but did as told.

‘’Wait, are you not going to put him under any anaesthesia?!’’ Solymr yelled in disbelief.

The surgeon shook his head. ‘’His quite large, it would either kill him due to his bad condition, or take too long to work anyway. And I have no idea how big a dose I would use. I have never operated on someone so big.‘’ The doctor turned around and began cutting the bad flesh away. Solymr stood on the other side othe table, close to the other demon, wiping sweat away from his brow. He looked at the other and realized the fire symbol on his forehead. A white skinned fire demon? He had never seen another demon in such an odd colour, and he would never have thought a fire demon would carry such a light shade. They usually wear their red skin with pride. Solymr also noticed the two lines that went down from the demon’s lower lip down to under his chin. That was an elven tattoo, right? How-

The operation seemed to go well, until the surgeon had to saw some of the bone away which was now protruding. He took a big saw, but the same moment he tried to remove some of the bone, the pale demon had his eyes wide open. His teeth was gritted in a painful grimace and his muscles all started to tense up.

‘’The fuck you think you’re doing, you bastard!’’ The demon shouted with a deep, booming voice, as he tried to rustle his way out of the straps. Now he realized he was bound, he went into a berserk. He screamed full of anger and pain.

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‘’Where the fuck is my arm?!’’ The leather straps began to loosen up from the power coming from the horned man.

Solymr tried to calm him down, ‘’It’s alright, don’t move, you’re safe! Please, would you just-‘’

Solymr was cut off when the other demon ripped the straps that kept his intact arm in place, and took his beefy hand and wrapped it around Solymr’s throat. The doctors and nurses tried to keep the rest of the huge demon down. Fear instantly shot through Solymr, as he felt the tissue in his throat being squashed and the pressure in his head rise. He quickly reacted and grabbed a big steel tray full of operation utensils and smashed it down on the head of the larger demon. He went out instantly, letting go off Solymr’s throat and once again lied completely still.

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Solymr gasped for air and felt the blood rush to his head once again. It was like the whole room had gone silent except the sound of rushing blood in his ears. One of the nurses hurried over to Solymr, asked if he was okay. ‘’I-I’m fine, thank you. I just need to sit down for a bit.’'

Never had Solymr seen somebody with such bare strength. A few more seconds in that grip and he would have been dead for sure.

‘’I think we can resume. He’s out cold, you gave him a hard knock out there.’’ The surgeon told as he tried gently slapping the demon on the cheek. ‘’I think it would be better if you waited out in the yard, Solymr.’’ He said. Solymr nodded and left with the nurse who helped him.

About forty minutes later the surgeon came out to the yard, which was placed in the middle of the servant’s and adviser’s wing of the castle. In the middle of the round garden, a big bronze statue of the saviour Mathilde, stood on top of the fountain. Under her sat Solymr on one of the stone benches.

He looked at the doctor, asking without uttering a single word. The surgeon nodded with a satisfied smile and said, ‘’I saved most of what was left of his arm, but I gotta tell ya.. That demon has been walking around with that wound for days. I have never seen anything like it. He should have been dead!’’

Solymr felt relieved. He didn’t know why it meant so much for him, but he was glad the other demon was better. ‘’What about the fever and the infection?’’ He asked the surgeon.

The doctor shrugged and answered, ‘’I don’t know, he was pretty far gone already, and by that rage we just saw, the big loaf must have been in a fever dream like stage. Time will show. We tried getting some medicine in him mixed with water, but it’s a little hard knowing if he actually swallowed it.’’

Solymr nodded. He knew it could still go the wrong way for the other.

The only other demon Solymr knew of was Bairak, who was one of the king’s advisors and generals. There had not been any new visiting demons in Chavenfort for the past 12 years. He couldn’t help but feeling responsible for the wounded giant. He would do his best to help him heal.