???: -Oh, I was wondering who was able to enter in my manor and not die from the traps, turns out it's a lowly ghoul... interesting-.

The voice of the being was profound and power could be felt overflowing from those simple words. Jack couldn't even move a muscle, the fear of something ancient and incredibly dangerous is something every being in this world possess at a genetic level.

???: -No need to be so scared, I passed quite a long time without someone to talk to, so if you don't talk, what value do you have to me?-.

The owner of the voice exited from the coffin with only his pants on; his features were stunning, it was as if his body was sculpted before and then given life, without an inch of fat or a scar. If women were to see him, they would probably trow themselves at his feet. (http://imgur.com/NguTrD4).

This being said, in the room there was a ghoul that couldn't care less for the features of this being.

----------------------------------------------Jack POV----------------------------------------------

Shit, this is crazy, what the hell is this vampire saying? I can't understand anything, and the amount of danger that I'm feeling from it is enough to give me a heart attack if I still had a heart.

This is not a being against which I can win, not eve with my full power and risking death, it would be like an ant trying to kill an elephant... hopeless. For now let's try to communicate, he still did not attack me, so there must be something he wants, let's try with ancient languages.

I walked near a wall under his watch, though I'm sure that even without looking at me, he can determine where I am, after reaching it I tried to write in a language called the words: /Are you a vampire?/

I looked back at him, but I could see that those letters didn't have any meanings, so I tried something called language, but even with that I had no luck. I still tried some languages, until I finally found one that took the being in surprise, it was called ; probably used for secret messages or the likes.

As the vampire read what I wrote on the wall, he began laughing, it's like someone just made a joke that he found funny, but his laugh is not one to be underestimated, it's as if my soul is trembling as he laughs.

In time, he stopped laughing and he's looking at me, after which he pointed a finger at me.

Someone is trying to make a mental contact with you, if you accept it, you and the the one who initiated it will be able to speak and understand each other with your minds, do you acce-

Pain exploded in my mind, as if someone decided to do brain surgery without anesthetic.

Someone forced a telepathic contact on you, from now on until either of you dies, or the max distance is reached, you'll be able to use this link to hear and talk each other.

Uh, so it seems that from now on, I'll have a constant connection with this being? Doesn't matter, I hope he doesn't kill me, let's try as I always talk with Help or the Gods: "can you hear me? Are you a vampire?".

Well, he's smirking, it seems I made a good first impression when he answered: "So, not only were you able to survive my traps, you also know the secret language of one of my sons and you can also easily talk with telepathy... for a simple ghoul, you become more interesting each second that pass".

Argh, if he doesn't tone down a bit his thoughts, my brain will become liquid in no time: "please, not so high, you're going to kill me in no time if you continue like this"

Congratulations, thanks to your special actions, you unloked the advanced level in the secon level of the and gained the skill Telepathy, this does not mean that you will also be able to use the precedent skills of the .

Congratulations, thanks to your special actions, you gained 10% in neutral magic proficiency.

Not bad, but now it's not the time, I swiped the two windows aside just in time to hear him: "well, for your first question, I'm not a vampire, I'm the one who created their ancestors, together with the lycanthropes, they are my two sons, though the two brothers always fought each other".

Good, if before I hoped him to be a vampire, he's not only an ancestor, but the father of two of the most powerful races in novels?

"Sorry sir, I didn't know that this was your manor, because no one answered at the door, I hoped to find what was causing the undeads to stay away from here and possibly imitate it in order to reach the next circle".

I'm surely not going to say that I was hoping to find an object that keeps undeads at bay, in order to take it for my personal use and then search for a trasure in the manor while undeads would set off all the traps.

"Ah, I understand, but what you're searching for it's me, and I have to say you're quite fortunate, in five days most of my organs will shut down, while in ten I'll not be able to move or use skills; in fifteen days I'll die, then after some time I'll come back to life and I'll be able to accompany you".

WHAT? Why is he saying something like that to me? I don't have a good feeling about it, it's like I'm being seen as a toy, I hope my fears are baseless... but first let's play at his game, if I'm good enough, maybe I'll find a way to survive: "and why would a being as powerful as you die? Are you sick?"

The ancestor looked at me amused, like someone looking at a game he liked, the felling is all but pleasant, that fear is slowly coming back, I know I can't escape, the only option is to hear him out.

"Well, I wandered in the first seven circles unhindered for centuries, but the light essence is slowly killing me, so in order to keep my memories as long as I can, I came here and set up some barriers, but even with that I'm going to die soon".

Woah, the situation is better than what I thought, maybe I'll be able to survive these few days: "what do you mean with ? And if you're dying, can't you get out of Hell? The system said that there are multiple exits".

The eyes of the being sharpened, as if something attracted his attention: "So you can use the system? You become more and more interesting, a lowly monster with access to the system".

Fuck, I betrayed myself, I shouldn't have said it, but the ancestor looked at me and continued: "Why should I go out? In here, the sun doesn't reach, so there is not the danger of my blood killing me, moreover in here I'm never bored, every few centuries I die and lose my memories, so no matter how many times I see the same things, they're always interesting, unlike in the world out of here".

This is wrong on so many levels that I don't even know where to begin, I still don't understand how he can lose his memories: "Why would someone lose his memories in dying? Aren't we undead?".

The being chuckled: "you didn't read the first message? When you die, Hell gives you a new body, the same that you had when you entered in Hell, this means that even your memories get resetted; for this I built this manor, when I revive, each time I try to understand where I am, then I follow the clues that I left behind until I find my notes, and thanks to them I'll understand the situation again".

His plan is not bad, but what happens if someone find those notes? Or if he dies somewhere else?... forget it, he's strong enough to keep himself alive and can traverse the barrier of the circles, so he can do what he wants, though the 7th circle may be his limit, or he would have built this manor in the 9th.

"But, little ghoul, you still haven't asked me the most important question, do you?".

I know that I still haven't asked it, I hoped to not ask it, because the answer could easily be the last thing I hear, but now he himself bringed it up, what can I do if not to ask? : "Why didn't you kill me? Why did you say so much about you to me?".

"Well, little ghoul, it's because I like interesting things, and you are interesting, I have a spell to make someone my servant, though it only works if that being is not on guard with me, but when you entered here, your mental state was already at his best".

His aura is now suffocating me, like as if I'm at bottom of the sea; both the pressure and the need of air are killing me, but the vampire's ancestor was still talking.

"This being said, what would happen if I killed you here? You would come back with only the memories of when you entered in Hell, not knowing anything, wouldn't then be really easy to use my spell?".

As he said that I understood that I never had a way of surviving here, he just played with me like the cat do with the mouse, giving him the illusion that he can escape, is this really my end?

"NOW, DIE FOR ME"

The last bit of telepathy was so strong to fry my brain, I feel myself fading...........

You died