John's brother slowly took off his mask reveling his face.

Roselyn and John both stopped to breath for some instants, their heart was going to explode in their chest to finally find out the real identity of the man who had been harassing them for months.

As soon as they saw his face, they both widened their eyes. Roselyn thought he might have a weird face or scary since he had been hiding his face for the whole time. But contrary to her expectations, no scars ran through his face.

He was very similar to his brother, if it wasn't for the rounder chin and thinner eyes he was almost identical to John. Now the couple understood why he was always trying to keep his identity secret, because they would have understood about his real identity.

John was in complete shook and didn't know what to say, the anger slowly decreased replaced by the urgency to know more about him and about his past. A thousands of doubts were imploading into his mind and he felt like he was in complete denial. How could his father keep such an important thing from him and why did he do that?

Did his mother know? The more those questions occured in his mind the more he felt like he was living in a lie.

Roselyn's face didn't hide the stupor in his face, now she understood why the old maid was always mentioning King William and interfering in their business, because she was in love with him. It must be excruciating and torturing to live all your life waiting for a man to return the feelings you have for him but it would even be worse to watch him be happy with another woman.

That revelation discombobulated the situation, generating a mixture of emotions and letting John unable to take a decision, the madness and seek for revenge was always protuberant and even if he felt sorry for what his father did to his brother that wouldn't erase the fact that he killed him. A son should never be forgiven or comprehended for killing their own parents.

John released his fists from being clenched and narrowed his eyes, he tried to sound as calm as possible to have a decent conversation before finally killing him. He needed answers for his unresolved doubts.

John's brother pulled his hair behind in the same way John usually did, before giving a breath of resignation. "My mother blamed me for the unrequited love and starved herself to try to kill me. Unlucky for her I was born in a lake of blood that almost killed her. She left me in that sprawling house in the middle of the forest. I was crying and after days of not eating I began to feed from my mother's blood. The was I was born and how I survived gave life to the monster I am. I remained there for three years before finding the purpose in my life: revenge. I became more and more stronger killing supernatural creatures and stealing their powers. I had practiced my powers for years and just when I became the stronger I could be I decided to go to the first person who betrayed me: your father."

John couldn't take it anymore the anger he felt was exploading trough his veins and the lump inside his chest was heavy trying to supress the fury he was immersed in. Until he rushed toward him trying to grip him around his neck, but before he even took the first step his brother was already disappeared.

"I am stronger than you. I killed so many creatures and stole their powers." A disembodied voice was heard but now John recognized it. John's brother appeared behind him.

"Now you have to answer my questions, brother." He said gazing at John.

"What do you want to know?" John asked, his voice was harsh and resentful.

"Had… my fath- the King, never talked about me before?" John's brother stuttered for a secon but then raised his voice and sounded rougher and furious.

John shook his head, staring at him right into his eyes, "no, he never did."

John's brother giggled nervously, probably insulting his father inwardly.

"If he did I would have tried to find you." John forced himself to admit, despite the strong anger he still felt for his brother.

Silence fell in the room, John was scrutinized by his brother like if he was trying to decipher whether he was lying or not.

But John wasn't lying, he didn't agree with how his father treated him and he was sure there was some sort of explanation. Maybe he was scared to ruin his relationship with his mother. John knew him enough to be sure that he wasn't capable of hurting people.

Roselyn took walked slowly toward John's brother, she had powers and she wanted to help. Maybe she could provide him with the answers he was so desperately seeking.

"Rose …what are you doing?" John quickly turned around to glance at her and questioned with a preoccupied perplexed tone of voice.

John's brother traveled his gaze on the lady and Roselyn soon flinched away trying not to meet his gaze. The more she got nearer to him the more she her vision darkened like if he was walking toward a room with light off in the middle of the night.

"Maybe I can try to link you with your father and you can ask him what you want to know." Roselyn said in a breath, before swallowing down.

Truthfully enough she was scared, she knew what he was able to do and even if just standing next to him would make her experience so many different things she wondered what would happen if they linked together.

Yet there was the only option, they didn't have a chance to beat him, he was too strong.

John's brother kept gazing at her in stupor, considering the opportunity she offered.. After a brief pause he nodded while a hinted grin appeared on his face.