The Elevator door closed with a gentle hum, and inside it, Alexander stood with a blank gaze. Maybe it was true, people about to die think a lot.
And he was no different. Thinking of it, his life had been a 'Success' in some people's words but was it?
He couldn't see it as one.
He didn't earn money, which he considered worthless from birth to today. He didn't marry and have children either. He didn't have much to boast about except becoming the headmaster of a big school.
But was that a boast?
Alexander sighed.
The Elevator opened and he walked into the basement, the same old musky scent spread through his senses and he couldn't help but smile.
This was a place his parents used to cherish a lot.
When was it that he stopped remembering his parents?
It was a long time ago. At this point, he even had issues with remembering his mother's face. 'I would also soon become someone forgotten.' it was a sad reality.
Looking around in the basement with squinted eyes, he yelled as loud as he could, "Amera! Turn my computer on!"
"Yes Teacher!" came a yell from above.
Alex couldn't help but smile, this girl had followed him all the way to his old mansion and was like a tail to him now. Wasn't he not going to his deathbed soon, he would have really married her.
He wasn't some dense teen not to see her obvious liking towards him. He had planned to see if she gets out of it in due time before agreeing on a marriage, but now, it was sure, she loved him deeply.
But before death, love meant for shit.
Shaking his head out of those thoughts, he focused around him. Will things start to float?
Or will it be the same as other days?
The days that he had tried to make it float but couldn't.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and he looked around, nothing floated in the air, but he could feel the room turning colder.
It was not a gentle cold either, it was a harsh, chilling cold. He shivered for a second and then looked at where the scroll was kept.
Running there, he didn't think much and pulled it out, and then spread it open. But to his surprise, it was blank and devoid of much text. Nothing was written there, except,
Second Part of Wisdom.
Was it all not a dream?
His heart skipping a beat, he looked around, he felt as if something was here, looking at him. Nonetheless, the words had changed from before too.
But no, the room was empty, just that the coldness kept increasing. Then suddenly, it all returned to normal.
Alexander breathed heavily and looked back at the scroll, the words had changed:
Drink this brat, if you want to survive. It said, and atop the spread scroll was a small chalice.
A chalice of blood.
Filled with pulsating hot crimson brilliance.
Had a Wuma who knew his shit seen it inside a division, he would have screamed in sheer disbelief.
His heart slightly stirring, disbelieving of all the magical things happening around him at the moment, he looked at the chalice.
And he didn't know why, but at the deepest depths of his heart, he wanted to drink it.
Drink blood.
He then looked at the word 'Survive.' and then without thinking much, took the chalice with a trembling hand, if it was a demon, let's see the demon.
Gulp.
Bringing it to his mouth, he gulped the blood down, the hot liquid slid down his throat and filled his stomach with a hot sensation until he put the blood down and breathed heavily.
He could feel his cells wake up, as if his whole being was being charged from an outside source.
He couldn't help but have his heart shaken.
He then looked at the scroll, but there was nothing new there... He couldn't help but guess, what had just happened?
Then he looked at the Chalice, where did this appear from?
He couldn't help but touch the papers of the scroll. And the moment he did so,
He vanished from the basement. The basement returned to its solitary silence.