A hundred years on…
Valion stood in front of the painting of Lady Delphi with Jesse beside him, staring up at the great portrait with a whimsical expression. Standing behind Jesse was a tall somber looking young man with black hair that fell over his eyes which were a piercing blue. He looked up at the painting with an almost bored expression like he had seen the painting many times before.
“This woman, Uncle?” He asked.
Valion turned to face Alaric. “Yes, it was an agreeement that your mother and I made many years ago that when she became powerful enough she would paint a picture using the woman’s fox pearl to recreate a part of her soul so I can communicate with her.”
“Why?” Alaric squinted at Valion. Growing up with Valion always around had made Alaric not fear the enigmatic vampire
