16th March, 1672
Palace of Versailles
In the Apollo room, the room dedicated to the god of the sun and the God of war. Louis used it as his throne room, which featured his infamous "silver" throne — an armchair adorned with sculptures and plaques of silver and ivory.
And on that throne lies a corpse of a man. An extremely attractive and elegant man, He had ruby-red eyes and jet-black hair, and a black colored stake coming right through his chest. The blood that would have gushed out of his chest had already been dried out, it would seem that he would have died a long time back. Still the unnatural radiance that the man was giving off even after his death was far beyond of a common case, his eyes were still shining in a cold and ruthless way.
As stated in ancient myths and religions, that when someone dies their soul goes faces a divine judgement, based on their actions and beliefs during their life. But what about a vampire, a normal weak vampire, it gets enslaved and corrupted (and a personality that gets largely lost) but it was different for strong vampire lords like Klyn. He had a far more stronger soul than any vampire could ever imagine.
As Klyn's consciousness was slowly fading away he was only thinking about his past life and his mistakes. The flash back of the great war, the merciless butchering of humans by vampires, the fall of civilization and the blood drenched Klyn standing and watching over everything as he single handed leads the whole vampire army.
"Only if I could go back in past and stop the aimless war between humans and vampires. Only if I could've made the right decisions, and only if I could have protected my love" Klyn spoke as his voice reverberated out in nothingness and his vision was slowly getting blurred by the surrounding darkness.
As a great man had once said, death is either a state of nothingness and utter unconsciousness or the migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if death had been of such a nature, it is to say that to die is to gain, as for eternity is then only a single night.
Just before Klyn's consciousness disappeared into nothingness, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. A light shining brightly while bringing warmth in the unforgiving cold darkness.
It was the soul of a young man which was on his death bed and the light of his soul getting dimmer by second. Klyn was shocked seeing a human with this much willpower, to be able to sustain his life force even after his death.
"Who are you? And why are you here, inside my consciousness?" Klyn asked as he spread his arm towards the light which had gone dim. "This sense of familiarity, it's as same as a vampire, but much stronger and noble" Klyn said as he grabbed the light and lost every bit of his consciousness.
GASP!
Klyn suddenly open his mouth and his eyes while taking a large breath through his mouth, as he would have been holding his breath for a very long time. The first thing came on his mind was
"How am I still live?" It was shocking due to the fact that he was dead just a moment ago.
Klyn was already in a huge shock but he got more shocked after he calmed himself down and looked at his body and his clothes.
"T-This, it's that boy, which I saw before, I.....", just before Klyn was able to complete his sentence, A huge amount of information came gushing into his mind out of nowhere. It would seem they were the memories of the boy, the memories flowed like a Timelapse video inside his mind. Klyn grabbed hold his head in pain. His head felt like it was about to explode into million pieces.
"Just, make it stoooopppp!!" Klyn screamed just before the memories seemed to end and finally, he calmed down.
He fell to his knees while the saliva dripped down from his mouth like that off an old man. He somehow mustered back his strength to stand on his legs while wiping his mouth with his wrist.
"I've seemingly gotten a rough idea about my current situation from this boy's memories but some of the things I had seen were hazy and indistinct, and that's why it seems there is a lack of information on the boy "Klyn thought while sitting and resting his back against the wall.
As Klyn looked at his surroundings he realizes that he was in a long and dark alley-way. His clothes were in tatters and dirty. He was in a white shirt, long black formal pants and casual black pointy shoes, yet even with such elegant clothes he looked like a hobo.
"According to this boy's memory. It'd see I am in a city called Omen. And if my judgement is right today is 25th December 3056, and to think that I transmigrated thousand years ahead in future" Klyn thought while catching up his breath and looking at the night sky." I still don't have enough knowledge about this place or the way things work here. First things first, I have to figure out my situation. A simple search spell would be enough to know about the structure of this city I'm in"
Vampiric magic was different from simple magic because it uses rituals, symbols, action, gestures, language, etc., to exploit supernatural forces to varying degrees, with only their skill, personal power-level, imagination/knowledge, and/or morality to define its limits.
Magic energy manipulation is the simplest form of vampiric magic. Creating, shaping, absorbing or manipulating magical energy. It's a form of energy that could fundamentally fuel all tangible magic and spells, through this mystic energy users can transmute magic for a variety of effects and purposes, including obtaining magical powers from external and internal source, and yielding upstanding results for the users of this magical practices.
A search spells simply works like a bat's sonar. The magical waves and particles bounce back of every type of surface and return back to the user creating a map of the area inside the user's mind.
As Klyn started to stand up and started to gather the magic particles to use the spell, he noticed something unbelievable. The way the magic particles flew inside his body, their movements, their structure and their color were all too similar to the Morticia family's magical practice.
The family blood greatly affected the way a vampire used and utilize the magics true potential. And the Morticia family is the only family which could freely and masterfully utilize the magic particles. Unless someone had the blood of Morticia family flowing inside their body they can't fully utilize the dense red rbcs in their magic.
"How could this be possible? This boy is a descendant of The Morticia family. He had the blood of an original and a pure vampire. Much more could he have off my blood flowing inside of him"