"My master had been waiting for you for a while," Neil informed Damien as they were walking.

"Oh, my apologies. I've been busy in these past couple of months tending to my business." The owner replied.

Neil did not answer him. Instead, he led them to the basement, and Lixon could only saw some torches illuminating their way. Then they entered a very spacious room without any window. Lixon looked at the middle part of the room and blinked his eyes a couple of times.

'Am I seeing coffin again? Do Damien's clients had some affinity with death-related objects?'

The young man was in the middle of his inner monologue when Neil approached the casket.

"Master, sir Damien is here."

When Lixon heard this, a bad idea popped into his mind.

'I…have a bad feeling about this.'

They heard a light creek from the casket, and the lead fell to the ground with a loud thud. Lixon stared at the man who sat up from the coffin. It was a very handsome young man with a face that could rival Topaz. He had long silver hair and red eyes and based on this appearance. There was only one fantasy creature that could fit this definition: Vampire.