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Medusa came out of the bathroom and hurriedly clad in the dress given by Jones. She felt a strange sensation in her heart upon wearing that dress. Although clad in a dead person\'s attire was itself a scary thing for most women, Medusa appeared to be bold and courageous.

She could feel the love and affection at that particular moment, but hoped that Kayden would love to experience them with her one day. Medusa became giddy and a faint blush appeared across her cheeks, no doubt her emotions towards Kayden were strong.

Medusa glanced in the mirror and saw herself in the reflection wearing a serene blue gown which halted at her mid thigh. The particular shade contrasted with the inner storm she had within herself. There were numerous questions in her mind but she could not really trust anybody to answer them. Her own father seemed to be conspiring something thus she could not possibly expect anything from Kayden and Malcolm, practically.

Nonetheless she went downstairs to bid farewell to Jones who was all done with the dishes. Medusa approached him and hugged the old man from behind, and thanked for all the efforts he did for them.

"I will head towards his academy now. Thank you for the dress and cash, see you later!"

She had already sneakily pulled out his wallet which Jones brought to give Kayden pocket money. Medusa dashed towards the door and waved at Jones before exiting the house. The succubus could have just teleported herself or flew but to stay low key she was supposed to live by the vampiric traits.

Jones shook his head and smiled upon her sly ways, the man headed back towards the storeroom. The door opened and he called out to Malcolm to assure him about his arrival through voice recognition. He waited and appeared from behind the curtain while staggering.

"I have sent them out, you can come with me and have some rest."

He supported Malcolm and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Jones knew no one would be coming to visit them hence he brought Malcolm to the lounge. Although the old man still had to confront Malcolm regarding Jack\'s case but then again perhaps the guilt was stronger than anger at that moment.

Jones helped him in settling down and headed towards the kitchen. He did not want any suspicion to raise the prepared only three meals only to keep Malcolm\'s share for later. Malcolm straightened himself on the sofa and laid down keeping his face towards the roof.

He could smell something, a sweet fragrance filled his nostrils which garnered his attention and he averted his head towards Jones. The old man was deeply engrossed in the cooking and did not realise his big misunderstanding.

"What are you doing?"

Malcolm\'s shallow voice fell into his ears which was at least audible for Jones to hear.

"Food. What else? Didn\'t you say you were hungry?"

Jones became quizzical with his stupid question and continued to work on frying the eggs. He glanced at Malcolm while shaking his head. His eyes were constantly watching over Malcolm\'s condition which seemed to be stunned.

"I don\'t want this food, Jones."

Malcolm groaned in irritation  upon the man\'s lack of knowledge. He winced in pain during calling Jones which forced the old man to hurriedly mice closer to Jones.

"Then what do you want? Tell me I will bring it for you. Whatever you want to eat."

Jones provided him the option to state his own preferences but perhaps Malcolm\'s mind was somewhere else.

As soon as Jones approached him on the sofa Malcolm grabbed his arm tightly. He pulled Jones and forced him to sit beside, the sudden body yet weird act startled Jones. He tried to jerk off Malcolm\'s hand but his grip was unnaturally strong.

"What are you doing? Leave me, Malcolm. Do you know it\'s called sexual harassment!?"

Jones rebelled against his strong embrace, which made Malcolm to chuckle even in that state.

"Oh shut up, I\'m not harassing you. And not into men. Just stay put and don\'t move."

Malcolm sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and held Jones\' arm by his both wrists. The old man could potentially fight against him but the seemingly harassment caught him off guard. Jones sat on the floor totally unaware of what Malcolm intended to do. But it relieved him that out of all the things it was not sex.

An invisible aura began to appear around Malcolm\'s silhouette which was an utter indication of absorption. He was gradually feeding on Jones\' life force which could help him heal faster. He required some strong host\'s energy to feed upon and the last duel between them proved that Jones was a potential candidate.

"But at least tell me what kinda meditation is this? Will I help you regenerate? And what the hell do I have to do with it?"

Jones panicked and tried to inquire but Malcolm did not respond. Instead closed his eyes and continued to feed, whereas Jones soon started to feel tired.

Since Medusa told about the possible ways of levelling up only to Kayden, which left Jones totally unaware and clueless regarding what Malcolm was doing to him. Only if he had known and could stop the poor guy from absorbing the cursed mana force from a poisoned host.

Jones sat still with his both arms getting stuff gradually due to constant holding. Whereas Malcolm was now experiencing a pleasure-full sensation in his body. The absorption was working affectively as Jones soon witnessed the affects with his own eyes.

"Oh my goodness! What….how!?"

Jones could not believe how the literal holes in Malcolm\'s body began to fill themselves.

The muscles eventually regenerated and stitched themselves back, which was highly unusual for anybody tendency. Malcolm expected that he needed to feed at least on five different strong hosts to cover up his physical damages. But what surprised him was the immense prowess radiating from Jones\' body.

It tool a few moments for Jones ti realise what Malcolm had been doing, and he mustered up his remaining energy to pull his arms. He could not let his demonic powers pass down to somebody else, even Kayden was becoming hard to handle let alone another person possessing them.

But perhaps it was already too late for Jones to do anything let alone reverse the process. Malcolm inhaled deeply with his original form restored, when a sharp agony circulated in his body and a cracked sound reverberated.