Cursing The Symptoms Not The Cause

"An Infernal curse has no way around it…" Done checking up on him, Darius pulled his hand out from the magic circle hovering over Raven's chest. Taking the gloves off as well, he quickly moved around his desk and settled down on his workbench. "We'll need to treat the symptoms until we can find a cure. Not ideal, obviously but I don't see a way around it."

Getting off his seat, Raven leaned forward and lifted Daruis' face. Showing him the mana-fused eye, he searched for an answer, no matter how drastic the measures could've been. But no matter how long he peered, there was nothing at the top of Darius' head that could help elevate the curse from his body.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shoving Raven away, Darius stared at him with his nose scrunched up and eyebrows scowled. "The fuck happened to you all out there?"