Aeizith didn't resist when Cybele wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace the dragon could only describe as "motherly." In fact, instead of resisting, the ice dragon wrapped his bloody arms around her torso, desperate for some other kind of comfort, even if it was from the same person that did this to him in the first place. Aeizith was never a killer, even if he possessed the power to wipe entire armies off the map. He never enjoyed the act of taking a life, or several in this case, so his act of mass murder a moment ago shell-shocked the little, lonely ice dragon. Not even at his hungriest would he take the lives of so many people to sustain himself, not even if he had gone several weeks without a crumb of food.
Cybele held him gently, but possessively in a way Aeizith had never experienced before... He never knew his mother or father as he was too young to keep those memories, but he had known Emilia and she never once held him like this in immediate memory if at all. Even though she was a stranger and had only met Aeizith a few moments ago, she held the dragon like he were her own son and it felt strangely good... He wasn't off-put by the strange amounts of warmth she gave to him... It made him feel loved despite the things he did, it made him feel safe... He looked up at the woman as she noted that he was not "cured" yet, referring to the wound on his face. Yes... he could still feel it, the barbed pulsing as his body protested the maleficent wound upon his face. He winced with his attention drawn back to it, but it was her words that drew his mind away once again, as attractive and charismatic as they were before.
Her laying out all the benefits of what she was about to do were unnecessary given the state he was in. With him being so vulnerable and scared, her charisma and vampiric hypnotism cut through his (already mediocre) mental defenses like a knife, easily planting the idea in his head that whatever she wanted him to do was surely a good idea. He felt a warm, tingling, fluttery sensation in his chest when she said he'd be her son and that she'd love him until the inevitable eventually happened. Cybele's words flattered him to no end, causing him to reciprocate her feelings at an alarming rate. Her vampiric charisma had him by the throat and he simply could not refuse. It just wasn't an option. It wasn't as if he was an outsider looking in, watching his body dance to her tune. No, he was completely convinced that he wanted to be loved by Cybele, to be her son and love her as much as she did him.
The moment she tore into her wrist, telling him to drink her blood so he could be with her, Aeizith immediately placed his lips to her wound, sucking out her undead blood and ingesting it into his own body. The effects of this ingestion happened rather quickly, catching the dragon by surprise as if he had been slapped out of nowhere. The fever came first, Aeizith's body growing even more pale and the chill of sickness spreading throughout his whole body with the exception of his head which burned like hot sand. His body shook with agony as the transformation took place within, changing the very anatomy of his body. Then, came the pains. Cramps everywhere along his muscles, aching worse in the joints. Horrible, burning, jabbing pains, ripping through his body as if they had a vendetta against him. Aeizith didn't dare open his mouth lest he risk more pain. Instead, his eyes began to water again, tears of agony rolling down his cheeks.
After several minutes of this hell, then came the final symptom, the hallucinations. Sometimes, his siblings would be standing there beside Cybele as she held him and other times, he could feel their fingers running through his snow-white hair. He looked up at Cybele, pain clear, obvious and abundant, but there was also very clear love in his eyes. One could hardly tell if this was his own or if the vampiress still had her claws in his mind. Ether way, if felt genuine enough to him... Even if he was suffering right there, feeling like he was about to die every second, he had the mother he always wanted...