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Seeing the four werewolves that suddenly appeared - yes, four! - Stiles couldn't help but short-circuit for a moment. Then, like a shot, his mind, spirit, and body entered a state of complete resonance. Medical Assistance. That's what they need! "Gather around." Stiles forcefully pulled all wolves and human towards him, his shadow engulfed them all, and suddenly they were in Stiles... room? "Put them in the beds." It was weird, this whole place looked like Stiles' room, but darker somehow? Derek made the mistake of looking out of the window, seeing endless eyes and mouth, looking and grinning at him, with sharp white teeth that bled black and red, the retinas of those eyes had so many colors that they changed every single second Derek stared- Until the blinds closed and the eye contact he was having was forcefully interrupted as Stiles advised: "Don't look at them." Simple and to the point!
Peter and Chris placed the werewolves in the beds - Erica, Boyd, Cora, and Laura. Stiles quickly slashed his own thumb, pressing it against the solar plexus of the unconscious werewolves and drawing a quick triangular rune with a single line (🜁) across them. Soon he followed drawing an upside-down triangle next (🜄). Both were alchemical symbols for Air and Water respectively, which Stiles was focusing in two aspects of these basic elements: Air for cleansing and Water for healing. Together, the two symbols will help his magic channel properly so he can cleanse and heal the quartet of unconscious werewolves in one go. "Peter, get me some Canlendula, Plantain and Plantain leaves, three Hyssops, and Elecampane root." Peter rushed forward, passing by a stool with various items. It was then that Derek looked back at the room to see that Stiles's room seemed to almost stretch forward infinitely! The further he looked, the further things seemed to be. "Here-" Peter quickly gave Stiles the items he asked.
The orange flowers he picked were crushed by this phantasm-like ghostly hand that reached out from the shadows. The crushed bits fell into this big bowl as water began to fall from the ceiling into the big bowl and a smaller bowl that suddenly was pushed from the ground up to Stiles. He picked the banana- Wait, why did he have bananas? He began throwing the bananas that were crushed as he also cut the leaves of the weird bananas. After, Stiles lit a small fire that burned from beneath the bowls, coming from seemingly nowhere... The flames burned black and white in color. "And..." He picked these three flowers that had purple petals, resembling wolfsbane but way lighter. Almost like a lavander coloration and not the sickening purple color of wolfsbane.
The ghostly hand once again crushed the flowers, adding them to the big bowl as Stiles carefully carved a symbol on the root that Peter gave him- A singular upside-down triangle with a single line going through it to represent [Earth] (🜃), the Cancer symbol (♋️), and adding a two sided moon symbol (☽ ☾) before cutting the root in three with each part getting a symbol each. As he threw each piece inside, he chanted in an unknown language: "Proik nay ohvula ohvan uyttan quyrn, voltakenious oppranu perranus venannus." In order he threw the piece with the Earth symbol first, the one with the double moons second, and the third with the cancer symbol last.
"Okay- Let's start!" Stiles' voice was suddenly overlapped by the deeper and thicker voice of the demonic fox that lives rent free inside the boy's mind. Together, the two began to move the laws of magic, bending them to their favour. Pulling the magical essence and significance of all the ingredients and things he did till now, Stiles said: "Be thy price paid, be thy sins weighted, be thy glory come. I call to thee, Destroyer of Fate, Breaker of Chains, Freedom of the Mind." With each name they called, the water inside the bowl swirled with power for a few moments before- A popping sound echoed in the silent room. Stiles quickly opened his eyes and controlled the heat of his flames, pushing his hand inside the boiling liquid inside without a care- He hummed a small melody as he pulled these four small pill-like rocks from the bottom of the bowl, all the water seemingly evaporated as he pulled the stones out, the same happened to the sigle smaller bowl too, but the pill rock that came out of it was a pale golden coloration while the bigger three were grey in color.
Stiles placed each stone pill in every single werewolf bellybutton, they simply sank into the bellybutton, being digested by the body quickly. In a few moments the four werewolves were out of danger. What danger? Well, Stiles had heard that they needed medical assistance and he completely focused on what they needed- They looked pale, all werewolves were clearly placed in a species of magical stasis... Stiles could break it, but upon breaking it, the 33 types of poison and wolfsbane inside would simply infect the four wolves instantly and they would die. Which was why Stiles made a powerful detoxifying pill to absorb and erode the poison within their bodies. The one he gave Erica was different, not only because of the Hyssop flower - not only that the plant has been linked to epileptic seizures - but she also had some... other issues. So the one for her had to be more specific and stronger too, or else it would take away everything that the body considers a danger.
Including parasites...
"They're out of danger now... It'll take a few minutes for all the poison to be removed from their system, so don't worry if you see them start sweating blood-" After he said that, Erica started sweating blood, and with the blood, this thick black liquid too: "...did they seriously put 44 types of fucking poisons? There's even Cube Jellyfish venom there! What the fuck!?" Stiles quickly began the process of detoxification, using his magic to surgically pull out the substances out. "At least her baby will be fine." Ah, right. The female body - or any body that can become pregnant, even magically induced - would consider a fetus a parasite that is stealing nutrients from the body, which is the second reason Stiles did not give her the pill with Hyssop flower, it was still effective, but it was specifically made to ignore things that the body considers parasites. "It'll take a few hours, but they're out of danger."
"B-baby?" Derek stuttered as he heard it- Erica was pregnant? "She's pregnant?" It was almost an instinctual reaction as all wolves in the room that were awake - Peter, Isaac, and Derek - simply straightened their back as they felt the need to protect a pregnant pack mate. "Yep, about..." Stiles touched her stomach, a smile appearing on his lips: "Two weeks now." Stiles could tell because of the life-force the little thing had: "Well, everything's is fine now-" Stiles touched a small circular simbol with three z's (ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁).
With a gasp, all three werewolves that were unconscious got up.
"Good morning~" Stiles grinned at the four unconscious Werewolves. "So, Erica, Boyd, Cora, and Laura... welcome back to the world of the living, by the way, I didn't think it would work." There was a gasp from Peter and Derek for a moment as Stiles dragged his fingernails up his arm: "I literally had to sacrifice some of my flesh and a few other things, but don't worry, I can grow it back." It was now that Derek noticed that the arm Stiles was touching was paler and skinnier than the other one, it also had this almost deathly pale coloration to it. "Stiles... you big fucking idiot-" Peter hugged Stiles hard, so hard in fact that every werewolf there (Peter, Laura, Derek, Boyd, Erica, and Isaac) heard the moment Stiles' spine broke. Stiles' face didn't even change, it stayed the same as he smiled at Peter and hugged him back: "Oof! That's the best hug I've received in years!" Chuckling, Stiles' feet hang loose and unresponsive beneath him as Peter looked horrified at what he did-
Until they all heard this clicking sound, a sound all wolves knew. Bones clicking together as they were regrown.
In an instant, Stiles' limp legs kicked out reflexively before he moved them: "Urgh, I can feel shards of bone in my back now..." Peter immediately let Stiles go as he started to take off his shirt- Derek had to focus to not just pounce and fuck the boy there, but what he saw was enough to stop him. There was this bloodied piece of red flesh on the center of Stiles' back, the flesh moved like there were maggots inside the boy's flesh, and one by one these small shards of bloodied white bone was spilled out by whatever was inside him: "Much better now..."
"...what the fuck was that?" Derek almost cried when he heard Laura's voice- It made his heart and wolf melt at her sight.
"Oh, nothing really, just a flesh demon." Stiles shrugged, as if he just talked about the weather or something as simple as that.
"What." Derek couldn't believe what he was saying- Stiles has not one, but two demons inside him!?
"Oh, if you're worried, Flesh Demons get that name because of their Abyssal nature, not because they're literal demons... technically they are, but the "Demons" You're thinking about are actually classified as "Devils" in my books so..." Shrugging, Stiles simply started to wear his shirt again, this time this small tendril of red flesh pulled the shirt down alongside him: "Oh, thank you little one." Stiles thanked the fleshling within himself as if he was talking to a toddler. Noticing everyone's either shocked or confused faces, Stiles asked: "Did I do something wrong...?"
"Besides the fact that 2 Demons live inside you-"
"Technically, I have 7 demons inside me right now."
"-SEVEN!?"
"Yeah, Gay Fox is Greed, Flesh Boy is Gluttony, Shadow Baby-" He pointed down, immediately the shadow beneath his feet - his shadow - stretched out, forming a wide grin: "-is Pride and we're in his dimension, Third Eye is Lust-" Suddenly, a third eye opened on his forehead, a black eye with a golden and red iris: "-they allow me to see a lot of shit. Next I have Horny-" A pair of horns suddenly grew on top of Stiles' head, it grew upwards for a few inches before they curled back: "-which is Wrath, and at last but not least we have Sleepy, which is Sloth." The moment he said the name of the last demon, Stiles simply closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they had this soft glow around them... Everyone that looked at him felt a little bit more lethargic and sleepy- until he blinked, and the feeling was gone. "Anyway, it's not that dangerous... Sure, they are now connected to my body and if I die they go down with me, which makes them really protective if something were to happen... Also, they're not really high ranking Demons, the highest one here in terms of power is the stupid gay fox that won't stop watching sitcoms in my head at full volume."
"...what the fuck."
Yeah, that pretty much covers it.