Nicholas stood beside Anton's bed, observing him.
The hospital bed was surrounded by monitors and instruments, emitting a steady beep every now and then.
He hadn't expected the procedure to go so smoothly.
Anton had his chest torn open with bare hands while Elijah was completely out cold. The sight of such a bizarre situation in the middle of the night would have easily alarmed the police.
If not for Alexei taking charge, Nicholas had no idea how they would've escaped that mess.
Satan's spawn had some use.
After the general procedure, Anton ended up with eight stitches across his chest.
"Better let him sleep," he said to the new arrival.
Nikolai hummed, folding his arms. "Will he be alright?"
Both knew it wasn't easy to get out of the shadows of possession.
Nikolai Morozov still woke up drenched in sweat.
The fact that Anton was targeted by an evil God, something far worse than a mere vengeful spirit, made him visibly uneasy.
