Chapter 215: The Venatores {2}
"Nightshades?"
He nods. "In the early 1500s or so the Nightshades are enhanced humans because of magic who takes up jobs for killing and other assassination stuff, they have a bloody history but over time the practice of using magic on their bodies to gives them superhuman strength stopped and the line broke but according to my grandmother they came back but they were born naturally with those superhuman traits. Never heard a word about them since that’s why I don’t think they exist"
"But they are still human... right?" I asked and once again my thoughts flashed to Grayson.
"Yes, of course, they are... just the traits that set them aside, traits perfect for hunting beasts," he said, making spooky hand gestures and I gulped.
"Y-You know your history well"
He chuckled. "I just pay attention to stories, happy research" he rose to his feet and sauntered away and I was left with the book and my thoughts.
I faced back the book, and I gulped once again scanning through and reading. It was just like Henry said to me, his grandma must have read this book before telling him the stories because everything matches perfectly.
’They come from the long line of Nightshades, traits that set them aside but they are humans. They are known as phantoms because more is yet to be known about them. They are known as a Tribe with a sole purpose... hunting beasts and taking missions... but as we know about them before they took assassination assignments... presently with the rumors they are known as the hunters who hunt down beasts with the goal of wiping them off the face of this earth. A rumor that has not yet been considered true... But it is most likely they exist, we are yet to see them for what they are, but we feel they might be real’
I flipped the various pages, there wasn’t much but there was a painting of what they depicted them to be. I observed the painting of someone in what looked like some ninja outfit but different, holding a spear that pierced a beast’s chest, a beast that looked like a werelion and I quickly shut the book like I have seen some kind of horror movie.
I drew on my breath sharply not wanting to look again, I guess seeing that painting looks like Dace was getting pierced by that spear and it caused fear to strike me. I have gotten my answers and I won’t say it’s an exactly pleasant one.
The others believe them to no longer exist but I have seen one and there could be more, what should I do? I should say something... right? I should bring this to the family’s attention but the more I thought about Grayson my mouth wouldn’t move and my body wouldn’t too.