Like Mrs Thompson said, the library was not too busy, there were only a few people settled at different parts of the library, reading quietly.
The library's hallowed halls whispered secrets to the few patrons who lingered, their eyes scanning the shelves with a hunger for knowledge. Lex navigated the aisles, his footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor. His gaze roved over the spines of the books, searching for any mention of Khaos.
Determination burned within him, fueled by a growing distrust of Khaos's intentions. The primordial entity's words were laced with sugar, but Lex knew better than to take them at face value. He had to uncover the truth, no matter how buried it might be.
As he delved deeper into the shelves, the air grew thick with the scent of old parchment and forgotten lore. Lex's heart raced with anticipation, his fingers trailing over the spines of the books as he searched for any mention of Khaos or the primordial entities.
Suddenly, a title caught his eye: "The Chronicles of the Primordials". Lex's heart skipped a beat as he pulled the book from the shelf, its leather binding creaking with age. He opened the cover, and the words within whispered secrets of the ancient beings that had shaped the world.
Lex's eyes devoured the text, his mind racing with the implications. He had to know more, had to uncover the truth about Khaos and his own fate. The library seemed to fade away, leaving only the book and its secrets.
Lex read about the primordial entities, each with their own unique abilities and domains.
"There were the Luminari, beings of pure light and energy... The Aqueons, entities of water and ice... The Terrakai, beings of earth and stone..."
These weren't what he was looking for. He skimmed through the entire passage and opened to the next page, and then to the one after that. He almost gave up but then, his eyes landed on a passage.
"And there was Khaos, the first werewolf, who wielded the power of the full moon. He was said to be able to transform into a behemoth of a wolf, with eyes that glowed like embers and fur as black as the night sky.
His abilities included Superhuman strength and speed in his wolf form, enhanced senses, including sight, smell, and hearing, rapid healing and regeneration, control over the cycles of the moon, and the ability to summon a pack of lesser werewolves."
Lex's eyes widened as he read about Khaos's abilities. But before he could even process the information, he heard Khaos's voice in his head, dripping with sarcasm.
"Nah, I'm more powerful than that. You could just ask me anything you want to know, don't believe these texts, they know not much about entities like me."
Lex's eyes narrowed, his trust in Khaos dwindling even further. "I don't trust you one bit," he said simply, his fingers continuing to flip through the pages of the ancient tome.
And then, he saw it. Another passage about Khaos, one that made his blood run cold.
Khaos, the first werewolf, had grown greedy with power, seeking to become something more. He had set his sights on the first vampire, Dracula, seeking to take his powers by any means necessary. He sought to become an abomination, a hybrid of werewolf and vampire, seeking to destroy Dracula and claim his throne.
Lex's eyes devoured the words on the page, his heart racing with the tale of Khaos's treachery. He had turned humans into beasts like him, creating an army of werewolves to do his bidding. But Dracula was not one to be trifled with, and the two had clashed in a fierce battle.
The battle had been brutal, with both sides suffering heavy losses. But in the end, it was Khaos and Dracula who had fallen, their bodies broken and battered beyond recognition. The humans who had been turned into beasts had been left to roam the earth, seeking to satiate their hunger for blood and flesh.
Lex's eyes snapped shut, his mind filled with what he had just read. "I can't believe this, it was the other way round. This entire story is all mixed up," Khaos's voice whispered in his mind, dripping with malevolent intent.
Lex's heart raced as he felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't find Khaos's words amusing, instead, they filled him with a sense of dread. The werewolf's tone was no longer playful, but ominous, sending shivers down Lex's spine.
"You're lying," Lex accused, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're trying to confuse me, to make me doubt everything."
Khaos's chuckle sent shivers down Lex's spine. "Oh, Lex. You have no idea what the truth is. And soon, you'll realize that the truth is far more terrifying than you ever imagined."
Lex's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like he was trapped in a web of lies, with no escape. He didn't know what to believe, or who to trust.
Lex's heart raced as he gazed around the empty library, the silence deafening. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the hall, growing louder with each passing moment. Lex's breath caught in his throat as his body froze, his eyes fixed on the entrance.
Sweat trickled down his spine as his mind raced with worst-case scenarios. His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, threatening to burst free. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't breathe.
But then, a familiar voice pierced the tension, shattering the spell that had held him captive. "Alex? Are you okay? The library is closed. What are you still doing there?"
Lex's body relaxed, his tension dissipating as he recognized Mrs. Thompson's gentle tone. He let out a sigh of relief, his breath shaky, as he turned to face her. "I'm done. Was just going through something," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
With trembling hands, he returned the book to its shelf, his eyes avoiding Mrs. Thompson's concerned face.