Kalons POV

I have never seen a pure blooded from my race. At the start I thought that he was a small child. How wrong I was. With black eyes that only the most powerful and noble vampires have and white hair a small noble was infront of me. I immediately kneeled and offered him my blood. I was a half-breed like all the others from my village. Even if all the residents of the village started attacking him no one could even scratch him. But that was not the only problem. Noble vampires can commant the half-breed vampires like us. This power was absolute and no one could do anything about it.

When he had drank one litter from my blood he stopped drinking and he looked at me. I was scared. I have offended him by saying that he was a small child. I couldn't even sense his power. That meant that he was too powerful and was an expert at hiding his presence. Then with a voice of a dead-man he talked to me

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That was something that even the young ones know, but maybe he wanted to check if I will tell him the truth or I will try to tell him lies about the ritual.

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Kalon immediately said >

The boy looked at him one be time before he turned his back and said

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This is how I became the right hand of the most powerful man in the world.