Chapter 57

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"You're sure you feel okay?" Evania asked, tracing circles on Sylvia's skin where her spiraling tattoos used to be.

Sylvia smiled warmly, pressing a gentle kiss into the top of the vampire's head. "I'm okay. I promise. It's worn off and I feel completely back to normal."

"You looked like you weren't having as much fun as you usually do for a few rounds there." Evania noted, glancing down at their intertwined naked and sweaty bodies.

"I'm usually pretty easy aren't I?" Sylvia grinned like it was an accomplishment getting Evania to laugh. "I guess my nature really does let you get the better of me."

"So you did like it?"

"I absolutely did Treasure. I would have stopped you if something was wrong. I was just able to ride it out a bit longer because my brain wasn't flooded with two bodies full of pleasure at the same time."

Evania chuckled a bit. "Do you have any stories from Britain?"

"I have a ton of stories."

"Any that you'd share?"

"Of course. What do you want to know?"

"What were your parents like?"

Sylvia seemed in thought for a moment. "My dad was a King. He was running a whole Kingdom everyday, making sure people were safe and that they had food and water. Yet, he always made time for me. Even after endless hours in the war room making plans with his knights, he would visit me before he went to bed just to tell me he loved me. Or he'd spend another few hours teaching me to wield a sword." She held her arm up into the air to examine the golden markings across her skin like she was looking through them. "It's so weird to think that this sigil was always on his arm."

"Do you miss him?"

"Every child misses their parents when they pass away. In my case it was thousands of years ago, so I've had a long time to accept it, and yes, I miss him. But now he's finally part of me again." She smiled and the sigil on her arm seemed to pulse with the divine magic that came from the sword.

"What's your favorite memory of him?"

"Hmm." She went quiet for a few seconds as she thought about it. Eventually another smile touched her lips. "When I first transformed into my true form as a little girl, and I thought I was a disgusting monster. He pulled out Caliburn for the first time since he had pulled it from the stone and showed it to me."

Evania could see the image in Sylvia's mind of her as a small child, cowering in her room like a caged animal. Her father came into the room ready to kill a monster only to find his daughter hiding under the bed.

"Daddy, what is wrong with me? I have horns like the devil! I am a monster!" A child sized Sylvia cried out to her father, scrambling back to avoid her father's gaze.

Arthur was wearing his usual blue and gold robes, though he had a silver and gold breastplate over his chest like he had just gotten out of a meeting. The golden sword Excalibur was hung at his hip with his hand on the hilt, preparing to draw it to protect his little girl. He had the brightest green eyes Evania had ever seen. His hair was a golden blonde, and he had decent enough beard to match. A golden crown sat atop his head with blue jewels set into the metal.

He knelt down beside the bed, placing his hands on the floor as he smiled at the purple rings that stared up at him from underneath. "Sylvia my child, come out from under there. Horns or not, you are no monster." He stated, his voice heavy with a gentle kindness Evania quickly found herself comparing to the way her father used to talk before he was turned.

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