'Igna Haggard, my cousin, my brother, my family. He's the sole reason I decided to stay in the mortal realm,' reality grew mundane for the one in question, there in a moment of complete bafflement, Julius paused – many of the critically wounded rejuvenated, '-he's not a simple nightwalker, nor a simple human, he's Staxius Haggard, my father, and the one who rescued me from my eternal loneliness. My real father, Creation, never really cared about what I did. For him, I was a pawn, his creation, someone on whom he could bestow his infinite power. My time spent in the mortal realm – the emotions, the relations, the stardom I had… I did it all, I had everything and still failed to compare to him. He has so much power, more than I ever had, different assets of the same coin, I create and he destroys. I mend and he breaks – his whims, eccentric ideas, and the illusion of invincibility. The more I think, the less I understand, who is Igna Haggard, what is he, and who does he serve?'