Chapter 46 - 2.16 Attack
When Raphael disappeared, Theodore didn’t sit still either. Well yes at first he was dejected and furious. How dare that vampire servant just drank his fill then escaped without even cleaning the mess he had caused?!
Theodore had a lot to explain to Ben the next morning regarding why he covered his neck and also made some excuses for Raphael’s absence. Fortunately, Ben seemed to trust his words—no, to be exact, he trusted Raphael. Theodore had no idea what kind of spell that vampire had casted to the head servant to make him this subservient.
After that, he started to skim through the library to search for information regarding pureblood and he received quite a lot of information. Nowadays, pureblooded vampires were considered a rare species because they were created when the Goddess of Night, Nyx, first descended on Earth. After that, the purebloods turned humans into vampires then the vampires mated with humans to conceive dhampirs. The number of purebloods could even be counted with one hand. They were the ancestors of vampires; the being who were closest to God. Unlike ordinary vampires, they didn’t fear the sun or crosses.
The time when Goddess Nyx first came to Earth was equal to how long Raphael had lived.
...Theodore couldn’t imagine living through such a long passage of time. It wasn’t just tens or hundreds of years. It was many, many centuries ago.
Thinking about the desolateness in Raphael’s eyes and the way he seemed detached somehow just made Theodore’s heart ache even more. He shook his head and continued to flip through the books.
At first, the vampires had no king. They considered themselves predators and the law existed where the strongest survived and the weak perished. Adding to their prolonged animosity with humans, their number slowly dwindled to the point where they were finally alarmed, perceiving that internal war didn’t do anything good. Thus, they crowned the strongest one among them as the King and made a blood pacta to obey his words.
A sigh escaped Theodore’s lips. It was weird to read how the person who had been with him every single day was revered like a God in the history books. Theodore couldn’t get past it even through the whole day.
Raphael was Raphael. He didn’t care what Raphael’s identity was; whether he was a pureblooded, an ordinary vampire, a dhampir or even a human. In Theodore’s eyes, he was no one else but Raphael, the one who would obey his every wish and command.