Chapter XXXVIII

Darius leaves everything in the hands of Estrella and Artemis, that same night he sets off, it is a matter that must certainly be settled in the best possible way, they are ending a war and do not want to start another knowing that both sides are fearsome, that was made more than clear to them a few centuries ago when the children of Lilith faced the children of Zeus as a result of a fragile truce that was achieved for mutual convenience, and because the youngest of the Greeks who took advantage of the situation between Daedalus and him. Unfortunately he could not reach Germany at night, without leaving aside his mission he goes directly to the Heidelberg castle.

From the outside, the castle is in ruins, perhaps even better. The local authorities themselves have banned the public from entering to avoid injuries. The castle's owner lives in the city of Constanta, Romania, or at least that was the official source.

The minor arrives at the castle, evades the authority, enters, announces herself with a howl, waits, but no one comes out, takes out her cell phone, puts on her headphones and sits down to wait, if she knows anything about that family is that they make themselves very desirable, while listening to the music she takes one of the books out of her backpack.

The book was so old that he feared it would disintegrate just by touching it, but it wasn't like that, he began to leaf through it since he didn't understand the writing, it was even older than him, even so he looked at it with interest as if he really understood what it said, his ears moved a little, he raised his right eyebrow, quickly interposed his forearm covering his face from the clash of a sword, he looked up his black eyes had already changed color. His attacker did not stop putting force into the blow, Diario was at a clear disadvantage, even so, he did not give in to the attack.

"What's a mangy dog doing in these parts?" The boy doesn't respond.

—Since you have not given a name or a reason, you will die right here.

—You scratch him and I give you my word that my brother won't even let you say a peep— a young man with a slender figure, pale skin, red lips, green eyes, wavy dark brown hair, fine features, dressed in elegant black silk pajamas, arrives before them.

The girl lowers her guard and bows.

— Yes sir. —he helps Diario stand up— it's my job.

"If I understand, we'd do the same thing at home." He shakes his hand. "Cy, I need to talk to your brother." He's referring to the younger brother.

—He's busy with Ramses at the moment.

—I'm going to get jealous – they both laugh.

—Come in, my friend. —I passed him— I heard that everything is over in Petra and that unfortunately your older brother is on the verge of death and that Ciro has woken up.

—That's right, it all ended, but I don't have any details about how. I'm only learning about Ciro from you; I haven't contacted my nephew. Elián took the brunt of it; he was struck in the heart with a silver sword.

Elian's passion

—To my mother! I hope he survives. It would be a real shame if he left this world. —Dario pauses, and without thinking, he releases his scent from Alpha. Cy catches it. —What's wrong?

—My brother is in this world for his children, but his heart is so broken (I hope I'm wrong) that I don't think he'll put up a fight.

—For your late wife, right?

—No, she got over it thanks to another girl who unfortunately committed suicide months ago, almost a year ago.

—A broken bond, how did you bear it?

—What we were going through, but it's over now, if he survives we're going to fight through it.

—I know Elián is a gentleman and it's very rare for him to do things on instinct, I'm willing to offer a lady—they go down to the deepest part of the castle, which is very elegant and beautifully lit, until they reach Cy's private chambers—even a virgin if he so desires.

—I hope he accepts your help—the “German” offers him a seat while he drinks water—thank you.

—As you can see, the sun reigns and unfortunately I must sleep. If you like, you can walk around the castle. We have a friendly relationship. You will speak to my brother tonight.

—Actually, I want to rest and sleep – she throws her backpack at him, Cy looks at her strangely, takes out his books, and invites her to go with him to bed.

"You don't know what this is, do you?" Darío shakes his head.

—They were mine! They're mine! From my private collection, I thought I'd lost them in the fire at the Library of Alexandria. This book—the one Darius was reading—was written by my mother after she was expelled from paradise and named the first female demon, and me the first vampire, simply for not submitting to my father's will and not allowing me to stray from her.

—In that case, it's already back to its owner—yawns—stay with them.

"Thanks," he hugs the book to his chest. "Oh! Go ahead and sleep here with me. I'm sure Daedalus won't be upset."

• Hehehe! That'll be with the conversation later, and I'll even piss you off.

• In that case, let's both rest.

The Greek slept soundly for four hours. He woke up to find his host sleeping with the book pressed against him, his face bearing traces of tears. He didn't wake him. He set off to explore the castle. It was a fascinating place. In the late afternoon, the owners of the place woke up. The self-host was reading The Divine Comedy. He was startled by the scream Daedalus gave when he saw him sitting in the castle hall.