I run through quickly and I arrive at the place where the monk Diogenes is. I place my hand under the pure silver already dried on the floor and spread out to what I heat it up and I freeze it right after giving it a new shape, a bar. I reach the door again and I place the bar against the lock and I melt it. I sincerely hope that he's the author of the spell, otherwise... It will be impossible to open this door, since we killed everyone.
Shhh... Truchum... It worked! I scream euphoric! I remembered a book where I read that to undo any spell, just ask the author of it or in the absence of it, preferably use one of the objects used in the ritual or one of his personal objects. So, he used the crucifix in this room's protection ritual. With the "shhh", this noise demonstrated the protection being dissolved and with the "truchum", the door unlocking itself. Both noises to crown my successful action and thanks for reading. Knowledge is never too much, even more so for me who have centuries and centuries of life. Could say I'm a walking library. I hear several "master" being said to which it disturbs my thinking. Before, it would be reason to flog them, as I didn't give them permission to speak, let alone were we in a dialogue, but now, with the spell off, all my enemies dead, no loss of personnel and about to obtain the Book of Good, I simply come back to reality, even if, in an inconvenient way, and I decide not to scold them, not even with a word.
"Hang on!" Salvattore is the first to enter the room. I don't know if this attitude is to demonstrate security, courage, leadership, decision-making power or even foolishness. I do my role as a master and I prevent him from entering, because I don't want to make the same mistake as before, but I thank him for the initiative. Even though the place is dark, which wouldn't be a problem for me, for safety reasons, I go through it out of feeling and it becomes clear to all of us and the most varied noises only prove the obvious: I was right! There were several pitfalls. And by the noise just now ending, it was too much of a trap. None of us would have a chance of survival if we entered the room thoughtlessly and rashly.
"Strategy! Strategy is the first step against the enemy!" I teach them the first rule to which everyone, at least differently, responds this time. However, if everyone said "yes, my lord", not surprisingly, I would get mad. With a wave of my hand I light the torches on the pyres high on the walls. We all entered. I can't take too long, as every vampire has the constant preoccupation with time. It's almost dawn and there's still time to count back to our cave. A strategic hideout near here. I let them go further ahead, as there is no more danger here. The room is big. Contain tables, chairs, shelves full of books and, good thing, no windows. Not a single hole connecting us to the outside. I think this is due to the simple fact that we are not attacked by surprise, with arrows dipped in holy water, for example. For even if I were very deep in the ground, I would know how much it would be missing for the sun to rise. They search the whole place for the book. Or rather, they mess up more than they look for it, even because, they don't know what it looks like and they certainly hope that it says "Book of Good" on the cover, but I know it's not. There's more to being a vampire than living as one undead. It's much more than being cursed, which in my opinion is not a curse. It's much more than having supernatural powers, controlling nature or night creatures, but rather, having knowledge of all the secrets and mysteries of this world. I ask them to stop destroying everything. I look around carefully and... The wolves are restless outside. I share their vision and I don't see a motive that is, an imminent threat so, I soon go back to what I was doing...
"Diogenes, Diogenes, where did you hide the Book of Good? Where did you hide the Book of Good? Diogenes, Diogenes, you bastard!" I keep chattering to what I walk around the room, but my sharp perception doesn't find anything suspicious. Is the book not here? Why create an intelligent and effective apparatus if the book wouldn't be here? This strategy would be perfect for other, let's say, smarter people. Or rather, much smarter. They have a lot of speech and good deeds. They even acted well on the fence spell and the door spell, but they lack action. I mean, real action based on malice and daring, but then, they wouldn't be them. Hahaha...
Everyone looks at me dismayed by my laughter, but they know I'm tied to my thoughts...
"Yes! Yes! IS HERE!" Who thinks that vampires are beings from another world, there is the answer! As there is that saying: the poor get rich, but poverty doesn't come out of him! This saying applies here, however, the words change. Who said that humanity came out of us! Soon, my ear is full of several lines of questioning. Known even as, gossip! I was already starting to doubt, and that is very difficult to happen, because I am very committed to all my subjects, but it wasn't just the centuries and centuries alone working in this direction, the difficulties of finding a book that most people don't know , not being for sale and only being whispered about in dreams, or rather, in nightmares, but mainly added to the recent knowledge of these effective practices, shall we say, of protection spells that did make me feel discouraged, or even worse, frustrate me, even more so than failed rituals over several attempts. And there were not few. I even lost count. Again, I'm pulled out of my reasoning, my private world, both by loud, warm voices as if I were half-deaf, and also by repeated questions. In addition to other unnecessary ones, but also, for touches on my arm and shoulder, but, as it has already been established that nothing will bother me, I ignore them. I let my piercing gaze fixed on them and a frown do the talking for me. Even though my eyes aren't red, which would mean full-blown rage.
"It's not up or sideways. The book is on the floor. I feel the power in him flow from here! It's almost as if it wants to be found! It's like it wants to come to me!" I stretch my arms and with the palms of my hands facing down I use my energy, which in a general balance, I didn't even have to spend a lot, considering that I didn't need to go into combat. The energy, although invisible, even to my kind, flows as if it were a waterfall, however, in the opposite direction. Working like a magnet and soon, the fruit of my most important desire will be in my hands! It will be mine! All mine! Even more important than wanting to be a vampire, for now, because before, as a human, where I lived, where I frequented and even where I came from, it would not have been possible. The ground shakes. Vampires move away. I scream. I scream for more as it's taking too long. It's not a matter of rushing things or anxiety, but I see that there's a need, as the floor of grotesque and rustic stones and the mass, in addition to the book being too deep, requires me to act in this way.
Taram... Truchum... Tram... In this explosion, everything happens. The stones break and become bran. The earth flies away. The wood is splintered, as it was in a chest, and evidently, leaves the object of my deepest desire on display for the delight of my eyes.
"There you are! Finally! In my possession!" With no time to waste and the will to remedy the possession, I touch it simply. The book is hardback, with shiny silver lettering, that spells out, by Leon Meb. The legendary archangel of good who not only unlocked the secrets of evil, but also defeated it. Some battles were easy, others average, others difficult, and there were even those that were impossible, as well as, bloody. The book is thick. It must be over a thousand pages long, but the strange thing is that it doesn't weigh much, in fact, it weighs almost nothing than would expect. The pages are certainly yellowed by the action of time, because judging by those who had it in their hands, they didn't use it. And it's a long time. Thousands of years. When there were no human beings on Earth and it was inhabited by wild and wonderful creatures, which nowadays are seen as fictional and only serve to fill fantasy books and fertilize minds. How horrible! Again, I am taken out of my brooding world and brought back to reality, however, by nothing relevant or important, or, is that too much to ask, by something of little importance? That would be fine, however, it's for silly questions anyway. The usual! The way is to ignore. As long as I can, that's the truth. It has a lock. Locks are locks, but this one is so, so old that it must have been made at the time of the first locks, so primitive it is, however, that is not synonymous with weakness and it fulfills its role very well. I'm doing a lot of strength and it doesn't even move here or there. Or even detach from the leather. Do you have the key, master? I hear. Good question, Rachel. If it weren't for the lack of perception, if I had it I would have already opened it, but I don't tell her that. And what are you going to do about it, master? Good question, Salvattore! And indeed it is. I even change my tone of voice to demonstrate this. But that doesn't make me move forward in solving the problem, but rather, I remain stagnant in it. It's time to think again. Not like what I would do if I were one of them, but what I would do as a high and evil being... Think! Think! Think! Let's go...
"Damn! That's it!" I hear one: what is it, master? Did you find the solution? Where is that key? Are we going to go on another mission? Will we be with you in this new endeavor? And I attentively pay due attention to the rampant questions and only one of them came close to what I discovered, and with good humor, I resolve to answer all of them and in the order in which they were asked. A pleasure, if think about it, and also, not to raise the issue of favoritism.
"I found the solution. That's what it was. Yes. I found. It's right here. Brought by me to. Ironic, isn't it? No, we're not going out on another mission.