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Daemala Tauvyr has been officially overruled.
"I'l relay the message, and if you find any information on those wolf sigiled rings with the ruby eyes, do let me know," Zosimos had a feeling the Harlequin would have trouble resisting mystery, "You can ask Daemala all about it when she gets here."
With that, the vampire was gone into the labyrinth of halls.
"Neriiisssaaaaa," Terun called, gravitating toward a table piled high with books. It seems Akio purged the science section again.
Nerissa was broken from her thoughts when the boy yelled out her name.
"Shh! It's a library!" Nerissa play scolded putting a finger up to her lips.
But part of her worried about who else might hear them... and her face likely showed it as she turned to glance at the books. "I like the stories about magic and nature...gods and myths... and history... what about you?" she asked the boy as her eyes glaced around the shadows.
Terun pulled one off of an eye-level shelf. It flopped open on the carpeted floor with a dull thud, flipping open to a random page. He pointed to the creature on it, "I've never seen one of these, have you?"
"I don't think i have ever seen one of those." Nerissa said.
Hovering higher in the room she looked around. "So any spell books in here?" she asked the boy.
Terun snapped shut Creatures of the Cursed Wood and shadowflickered his way over to the right section and pointed. There was a lot of dust on those shelves- vampires had little use for spells, Terun always assumed.
Nerissa spoke some odd words and a zap of lightning shot from her ghostly fingers. A blue arch that landed inches from Terun's feet.
"Oh I'm so sorry it has been awhile... they burned my old books... and death drained many of the powers I once had...
"Well," Terun said matter-of-fact as he allowed himself to fully emerge from where he was hiding, "You seem pretty strong to me..." An inquiry crossed the child vampire's mind, and he wasn't well socialized enough to keep from blurting his question out.
"Who is they?" Terun didn't think he'd like whoever it was very much. It didn't sound like they'd approve of his existence, either. He climbed up a ladder close to Narissa to thumb through titles on the higher shelves.
Men in robes with so called holy relics hanging from their necks. Dragging her out of her home... tying her to a post and lighting a flame at her feet...
To Terun it would look as if Nerissa was just staring off into the shadows until she finally spoke.
"Witch Hunters... men claiming to do the work of some god..." she shook her head. "No one you need to worry about..." she said with a sigh her voice darkened as she added. "They aren't around anymore..."
Suddenly a cacophany of chants filtered in through a high window, the light filtering through the stained glass growing dim. Uhoh. Something must have been going on outside the castle. There was a great scraping of stone as outside the gargoyles sprung defense systems into play. Terun looked from Nerissa, to the window, and back again. He shivered in the chill of the room.
"Gods," Terun scoffed. Zosimos thought he was a God, and look where he was now. If there was a god Terun doubted he would exist.
Nerissia didn't wait for an answer but instead phased though the window. Turning invisible as she did so.
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