closer and closer. It went up a flight of stairs and through a door. I was now standing in a large round room in which all sorts of treasures and art objects were housed. Gold, silver, diamonds, money, thalers, chains, jewelry and gold-plated swords glittered in the candlelight. That's when I discovered my broadsword.

I rushed over to it and pulled it out of the pile of coins. When I pulled it out of the sheath, my face was reflected on the polished blade.


"You won't be able to harm us with your gun anyway smaller!" laughed the guards.


Smaller? I was 1m80 cm tall, but against the guards who were 2m40 cm tall, I was really short. Grateful to have my weapon back, I went with the guards to a large wooden door with bronze fittings. The door creaked when it was opened. In front of my eyes there was a spacious hall with at least 100 guards who stood every 2 meters on the wall. In the middle was a large red carpet with a gold border. On the walls there were stands with flags on which a fire-breathing bat was depicted. Lots of rainbow-colored light through the high windows. The guards' golden armor shone. I was led through the long hall from which countless doors and arches that were barred extended in all directions.

At the end of the room was a large archway with a silver portcullis. I was shown through and noticed that one room was more splendid than the other. It went up a long spiral staircase.


It had been at least two thousand steps, I thought when I finally reached the top, exhausted. The organ music was now very loud and the guards who led me grinned maliciously at me when we arrived at a large wooden door with a golden bat on it. My heart was pounding wildly and frighteningly. Suddenly it swung outward and the organ music boomed in my ears. It was a room brimming with gold and splendor, but something didn't fit into the picture. A small rotten wooden door overgrown with moss and decorated with an iron bat stood in the room. It wobbled, trembled, and was to protect it from shattering with steel chains attached. Now the organ music was wild and in the middle of the room there was an organ and a tall man in a dark, lilac-colored cloak, bent down, hammered on the organ, which was making whistling sounds.

Suddenly the end of the song was recorded and stopped in a booming ending. The man turned around and I looked straight into Drecul's infernal face, his face was painted white and the devilish laugh played around his lips.


Tell me, "he started," how do you use this glove? "


When he had uttered this sentence, he raised his hand and let three spears float towards it. They were made of silver. The only material that could harm vampires.


He let the spear zoom up to me and the two guards were hit by 2 spears and the silver pierced their armor. They screeched wildly as they were nailed to the wall and slowly dissolving into dust. They disintegrated into millions of shreds and were just a pile of ashes from which a plume of black smoke rose. The guards were behind me, so I had to turn around to watch the spectacle.


When I turned around I was so frightened that I stumbled back fearfully.It made my forehead sweat. I never thought that Drecul's power was so infinite. The third spear hovered right in front of my forehead and spun in the air.


Drecul raised his other hand and held the blue guard in place with pointed fingernails. He grinned and called:


"So tell me!"






A new epic in contemporary history began. It was exactly 12 years after my death in the Black Sand Country. It wasn't the spear that killed me, but blood poisoning. The weapon that hit me had been used too many times in combat. Gotthard buried me and the other dead from the war not far from the battlefield. This place was now called the barrow level. It was the memory of the second great war in contemporary history. For 3 years, he guarded my grave day and night until he finally went to look for a place to rest. He was 30 years old then. Today he only traveled around the area collecting information because he is the last guardian of the old library.The druids were the only ones from him to protect them. When the shamans died, no one had any more access to the powerful magical works in which the entire knowledge of the world was preserved. Now it was up to the former teacher that they failed to catch up.


Lisa, Peter's former lover, became pregnant by the dark prince and therefore resigned from the mayor's office. After 9 months, she gave birth to a healthy boy whom she named Destin. Destin was the name of a prophet who played an important role in the Vampire Bible. He was the herald of the 4 vampire wisdoms.


When Destin was 4 years old and making his own forays into the area, Lisa found work again. At first she only toiled as a waitress, but after 3 years she had saved enough money to build her own future. Her old employer, who was called the "Blue Stone", had humiliated and beaten her for years. Well, she thought, now the time has come to avenge me and that's why she opened her own bar.As a competitor of the landlord, she earned twice as much as before, because a lot of people knew her from her time as a waitress and fondly remembered the time when she listened to them chatting about problems. Even as the new landlady, she did the same and listened to their conversations.


Little did Destin know that his mother had become pregnant by a demon and that he was the son of one. Peter had announced to her at the time that he would take her son with him on his 12th birthday and that Destin would inherit his demon.


She didn't tell anything about his uncle either, as she feared that he would freak out if he noticed that his father's brother was still in an egg.




It was a rainy day and the mostly clear blue sky was covered by a large, gray wisp of cloud. Thick drops pelted the roofs of Gorstadt. Although you couldn't see the moon and stars, you knew it was the middle of the night.It was quiet everywhere, but from a large tavern a bright light fell on the wet streets and loud laughing voices echoed through the alleys. The birthday of a now 12 year old was celebrated.


"Quiet people, quiet. Today I want to toast a special young man who has turned 12 today!" A deep voice rose from the smoky dining room and a bearded, old man waved the beer mug so violently that a few drops fell on the table. He waited until the crowd had calmed down and focused on him, then continued:


"His name is Destin and ..." When the name was mentioned, the crowd hooted and the bearded man had to calm them down with one blow on the table. "... and I think that this is a nice name for such a big boy, it's his birthday today!" And with that, he pointed to Destin, who looked at him expectantly. The boy was strong and built like his father in his human form.He had the same black hair, dark eyes and the same high cheekbones as his mother's husband. He was just leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.


Just as the fat old man was about to finish his toast, there was three loud knocks on the front door.


"Well, who can it be at this late hour?" Lisa asked herself and went to open it. "Surely it won't be another invited guest who has tried to come from far away?" she said aloud that everyone could hear it, but in silence, she thought of the promise that Peter had given her before he left, on the 12th birthday of our son, I will come and fetch him so that he can take over his inheritance .. .


She walked quietly and carefully towards the door. She was just 4 meters away when the bearded one raised his voice again:


"What's going on, Lisa? Are you scared or do you feel sick?"


A little bit of everything, Lisa realized dryly.Now she wanted to get ready to push open the door and protect her child from his father with all possible power. But before she could put her hand on the handle, the fat man got up from his chair and pushed the handle of the front door down. A cold shock went through her and she got ready to fight.


She could not see the man who had entered because the bearish figure of the fat man with the beard blocked her view. Due to the loud patter of the rain, she could not hear the voice of the guy who was standing in front of the door. The two, the bearded one and the new guest, spoke softly to each other and suddenly the fat man took a step back, turned around and came up to Lisa, who was frozen. When he stood in front of her, he put a friendly hand on her shoulder and whispered:


“It's Benedict, the magician!” Then he trotted out of her field of vision and went on joking with the others who didn't seem to care about the new guest.

You take a stone from the heart. It really was the wizard. But he looked a lot older than 13 years ago. At that time he had wandered the country with Benedikt, Tom, Demona, Toni and Petrus until Benedict found out who was the real enemy.


Benedict's hair, which used to be gray and now snow-white, hadn't gotten wet from the rain, because it was protected by a large, blue hat with a wide brim. In his bony hand he held a gnarled staff. The rest of him was hidden under a robe that was also blue. He had got a long beard, which almost completely hid his face, tanned by wind and weather.


Without Lisa knowing it, Destin stormed the long-time friend of the family with his arms outstretched.


"Benedict, finally you come over again!" he laughed and clutched the magician. While Destin was almost crying for joy, the wizard's expression remained serious and he looked at Lisa for a long time while he still put his arm around the boy.

Lisa knew what those looks should mean. She guessed it from Benedict's eyes. You, the wizard and Destin, had to get out of here quickly. Lisa had