Sanitatem Concoquere : Runeword destined to heal the digestive system. Composed of a single line showing the way of the intestines, two rectangles for the liver and pancreas, and a circle for the appendix, it must be drawn perfectly, like any other runes. The Sanitatem rune must be drawn at places destined to heal the organ within the Concoquere rune. A ritual composed of this runeword is necessary to be effective.

The purpose Chapter 48 Broken

This ritual is used to compel an individual to drink blood. Since it is not something so easy to come up with, it will likely kill your victim. It was originally created to gain vampire powers, but it failed. The subject did have stronger physical strength, but quickly went into dementia after just two days of not ingesting blood. It is unknown if it gave anything else as it was quickly abandoned. It is not recommended to try it. It has been tested with several different runes, which caused seizures, headaches, disorientation, and fainting. This ritual must not be mistaken with the Fiat Lamia ritual.

Seth stopped his pacing, staring at the last words he just read.

Fiat Lamia. To become a vampire.

He browsed quickly through the pages, trying to find the mentioned ritual. He thought he found it, but the ink was unreadable in some parts.

…can't walk in the sun… blood partners… givers…

He tried to make out the most out of the words and he saw 'Morgulben' again. The god or deity that would have been summoned or used to create vampires originally. It was no use of reading further for it did not mention, or maybe he could not read the words, of how to do the ritual, so he went back to read more on the ritual used on Ruma. He had sent blood from willing servants and added preservative enchantments for Ruma to take at her leisure. He asked of her that she writes when she needed blood, and the quantity, so that she always had enough for at least until the end of term. So far, he had not been informed of any problems.

She had not mentioned to him who had done this to her, and it took everything for him to not remove the information from her forcefully. She probably did not want him to do something that the ministry or Dumbledore would not have approved of. He would just have to get the information another way, by firstly seeing who had read the book he held in his hands. There was only two books of this kind written in the world, and of course, the other book was wherever Voldemort had last placed it, which could very well be at the hands of deatheaters. He had checked his magically to see if anyone had touched it beside himself recently and nothing had showed up. No one had touched his for a very long time.

He continued his reading, but no cure had been attempted either. Perhaps healing rituals could work. He closed the book and placed it back where it was originally in his library. He rubbed his face knowing Ruma would have to endure this until she either became a real vampire or that anyone found a healing ritual that worked. He also hoped she would not have anymore seizures.

Hoped.

He cared about her. He had been worried, mad, and vengeful. He had to fucking care about his heir that had grown into a fine woman. She was cunning and a powerful witch at that.

*Damn it.*Swore Seth as he looked outside through the library window.

His hunger caught up to him. He had searched in more than one book before finding it. He could very well remember any person he encountered, but books were another matter. He wandlessly cast a Tempus and noticed the event had happened a week ago already.

*You have not slept either.*Said Corban after entering the library.

A warm feeling engulfed the vampire King as Corban went behind him and passed his arms around him. Seth closed his eyes, enjoying the proximity. His lover nibbled on his right ear.

*I have had my fill already, you can have yours on me.*Whispered Corban.

*Mmm.*Grumbled Seth, listening to his hunger even more as he turned around.

His lips landed on Corban's, savoring the moment as his hands wandered behind his head and his back. He intruded his tongue, tasting the blood from a servant. He stopped the kiss and, hunger driven, he sank his teeth in his beloved's neck. Seth fed, gulping his childe's blood, not without pouring his pleasuring venom in him. Seth made them apparate in his bedroom where he pushed Corban against the door. Lust ridden, their clothes were vanished, and their bodies joined skin on skin.

*Seth. Ni mel cin.*Said Corban.

*An oiale a oiale.*Answered back Seth after licking the wound.*I'm still hungry. Mmm, but I want you more right now.*Said Seth.

Corban could only just agree, and they kissed again while Seth moved his right hand down, stroking Corban's hard cock while his left was still in Corban's hair. The blonde moaned, his hands wandering in the King's back. Seth's hands went on his thighs, and he grabbed his legs, Corban's hands now behind Seth's neck as he held himself, and brought Corban on the bed while he stood on the side of it. Corban's head arched back as Seth entered two fingers in his entrance while his mouth covered his lover's hard member.

*Seth!*Cried out Corban as he felt jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.

Thoughts and feelings mixed between the two. Love and desire filled their minds. Seth removed his fingers, muttering cleaning, and lubricating spells. He slowly finished licking his lover's shaft, then placed his own throbbing member at the inviting entrance and pushed his way inside. Corban made another cry and placed promptly his heels in Seth's back. The vampire King began to move while making grunts.

*Seth! By Salazar's might, harder, love.*Mumbled Corban between two breaths.

Seth leaned forward and kissed his lover briefly, then moved back. With a growl, he tore Corban's torso with his nails, drawing blood and making them both moan in pleasurable pain, their eyes turning black and Seth thrusting hard again, going faster and faster. The bed squeaked and thumped against the wall, following their movements…

OoOoO

Lucius apparated in Vulken's castle, in the living room where he had several times. He confidently went to the ballroom first, where some vampires looked at him disdainfully. He turned around, not without making a sigh first, then went to the tower where Seth's office was, only to find it empty. He stopped, frowning, and wondered where Seth could be. The house-elf named Colpy apparated in front of him and curtly bowed.

*Can Colpy help you, Sir?*Asked the elf.

*Where's Seth?*Asked Lucius.

*He is here, although not predisposed to receive you at the moment.*Said Colpy.

*Predisposed? How could an elf like you know ab…*Began Lucius before stopping himself and rolling his shoulders.

Lucius turned around and went down the tower. He could hear a constant banging coming from the walls. He curiously went to the source, and noticed it was coming from the bedrooms. The sound stopped as he approached the dormitory, not without lastly hearing a growl he recognized. He swallowed, perfectly knowing what that was, and could not help replaying in his mind the moment Seth took him in his office. He waited in the corridor for a moment, wondering if he should just leave, when the King bedroom's door opened.

*Lucius, what do you want?*Asked Corban as he closed the door behind him.

Nothing could have told him Corban just had sex with Seth a few minutes ago. What made Lucius speechless was actually seeing Corban's icy blue eyes staring right back at him.

*You are a vampire.*Said Lucius in bewilderment.

Corban's eyes swiftly went back to dark blue, but he knew it was too late.

*The Dark Lord already knows. You shall not speak of it. Now, I repeat myself, what do you want?*Asked Corban as he was now pointing his wand at the deatheater.

Lucius withheld a hiss and took a step back. He was holding his cane, but still managed to lift his hands in front of him in submission.

*I merely wanted to inform Seth that the board of governors are investigating the events concerning Ruma Vulken. She refuses to say who did that to her, and also the Dark Lord wants to know her assailant. He did not approve of this.*Said Lucius, his chin high.

*Seth thinks it's a deatheater's child that wanted to impress Voldemort, but if he ever finds out, I'm guessing it won't end well with the culprit, something in which I hold the same sentiment.*Said Corban, lowering his wand.

*Can I speak with Seth?*Asked Lucius.

*No. He is sleeping, which had not happened in a week. Leave him be.*Said Corban.

*A week? Did he find any information on the ritual?*Inquired Lucius.

*And what would you do with that information, Lucius?*Asked Corban.

*I am part of the board of governors. If anything, I could perhaps help her, or at least make the ministry aware of her particular condition…*Lucius paused, placing his arms down. *All we know is Seth sends her something everyday by owl, and Albus Dumbledore has approved of it, and won't tell us anything.*Said Malfoy.

*Good. The ministry should not be made aware of it. It will create a panic, and perhaps a polemic against her and us. The only important thing is that should she need external help, or finish her schooling at home because of it, we will take responsibility.*Said Corban.

There was a moment of silence and Lucius pursed his lips.

*Do you need anything else?*Asked Corban as he stared intently at Lucius.

He could read the deatheater's surface thoughts easily and Corban smirked as he saw and felt Lucius's desire for what only vampires could give him. He made a step forward towards him and Lucius's heartbeat accelerated. Corban's smile went wider.

*You don't wear your high collars anymore, Lucius? Are you hoping the King would indulge to your cravings?*Whispered Corban.

Seth's childe was now cupping Lucius's cheek, his eyes gleaming back to their icy blue. Lucius swallowed, torn between his own desire and his reluctance of Corban actually giving him what he wanted. Corban brought his face closer to Lucius, smelling him.

*Do you want me to?*Said Corban in a soft tone.

Half a second passed as Lucius closed his eyes, tempted.

*No.*Answered Lucius before removing Corban's hand from his face and stepping back.

*Mmm, shame.*Said Corban, turning his head on the side.*Is that all? If you wish to see Seth, come back again tomorrow.*Dismissed Corban.

Lucius repressed a sneer and turned heels before leaving.

OoOoO

*Frustum!*Yelled Ruma on a dummy while making a slashing movement with her wand.

The dummy's head was sliced down and fell on the floor in a clang sound. She had been in the room of requirement in all her spare time, barely showing up for classes. She had to drink blood at least three times a day, and the quantity she needed seemed to only grow by each passing day.

And it was disgusting.

She had tried to eat food, but she had a seizure on top of vomiting all of her stomach's contents. She was not speaking to her friends, and everyone avoided her like the plague. Sirius had tried to talk to her, but she had pushed him away, scared as her thoughts had begun to wonder if her friend's blood would taste better. Why was the blood given from the servants not even close to what Seth had firstly given her?

Seth's blood.

It had taken her everything to just calm down from the effects, and she tried to remember how she had been able to do it but could only hear Seth's calming words coming back in her mind.

Muggle blood was not going to help her in the long term. She had searched the library for healing rituals, asked the room of requirement for anything that could help her, and even had asked the Headmaster if he knew anything, to no avail. So, there she was, trying to remove the thoughts of despair as she cast curses and dark spells Seth had shown her, but it also left her quickly exhausted.

She fell on her knees and tears fell down her cheeks. She would need blood again soon, and the mere thought of it gave her nausea. She moved to sit properly and placed her arms around her legs, holding them tightly against her chest. It had been two weeks, and the ministry had questioned her thoroughly and she just could not bring herself to tell them the one that did it was Severus. But she knew he could not have done it willingly. She saw him several times as he had tried to talk to her, but she had fled, every time.

And now she felt so alone.

She cried for a long time as her hunger slowly crept up her mind. The room had changed, and she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, then someone embracing her strongly, placing his arms around her. She cried even more, recognising the smell of the one she was in love with.

*Tell me what I have done?*Asked Severus in a soft tone.*Tell me there is something I can do.*Whispered Severus.

*It… it was not you. S-someone used the Imperius curse, you know that I know.*Said Ruma between painful hiccups.

*I could not fight it. I should have been stronger than that. I promise you; it will never happen again.*Said Severus in a pleading resolution.

*Perhaps. I can't do it, Sev. I can't… oh god, I'm not ready to be a vampire. I wanted to grow up, I maybe wanted to have a child. I'm… I'm not even sixteen yet!*Said Ruma, tears flowing again.

*Why do you need to be so soon?*Asked Severus.

*B-because… someone made a ritual and afflicted it to me… through you. I need to drink blood constantly, I can't eat food anymore, and I feel like I'm slowly dying.*Cried Ruma.

*Blood?*Wondered Severus.

*Yes… only, it's not supposed to taste bad, when you are a vampire… I can't even go in the sun anymore, Sev. Everything hurts…*She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in.*Seth says the only thing that could cure me would be to become a vampire, overriding the ritual's bad effects.*She continued.

*What if… what if I was your blood giver? So, you can continue your schooling, and no one will have to know.*Said Severus. He removed his arms from around her, then sat beside her, placing a hand on her.

She leaned her head on Severus's shoulder.

*You mean now, or after I become a vampire?*Asked Ruma.

*Would it make a difference in how you feel now?*Asked Severus.

Ruma made a sigh, then stood up. She looked around the room of requirement where it had changed to the bedroom Sirius and her used a lot. Her blood flasks were on a table and several books were on a shelf on the wall.

*How did you find me?*Asked Ruma as she wiped her tears with her sleeve.

Severus stood up too.

*I… I knew you came here often, but you always disappeared. I desperately wanted to see you, to explain to you what happened, and how sorry I am. Then, a door appeared, and I saw you crying.*Explained Severus.

Ruma took a flask from the table and opened the lid. The metallic smell gave her nausea. Her hand trembled to the thought of having to drink blood again, her stomach rumbling in hunger, a hunger that had not been the same with food.

*Ruma.*Called Severus.

He went closer to her, and a knife appeared on the table. Ruma looked at it with a frown, then at her friend inquisitively.

*You know, this room gives you what you desire, Sev.*Said Ruma.

Severus raised an eyebrow and took the knife before using the tip to pierce his skin on his wrist. Drops of blood began to come out, and drip along his arm. Ruma realised what he wanted to do and was not sure what to think. She knew that would never be something Sirius would have done… possibly?

*You want to try my blood? Maybe wizard blood is different than muggle. After all, it is a magical ritual you had.*Said Severus.

*This feels so weird coming out of you. I guess I should not be as surprised as I am.*Said Ruma as she hesitantly took his hand and brought the bleeding wrist to her lips.

She began by licking the blood, noticing right away that the taste was tolerable. She then sucked on the wound, getting more gulps as she moved her tongue, pressing on the skin. It filled her stomach rapidly and satisfyingly. She stopped, letting go of his arm, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Severus pointed his wand at his wrist and mumbled a healing spell, which closed the wound easily. Ruma looked at Severus, feeling embarrassed.

*So…*Began Severus but Ruma moved her arms around him and kissed him.

*I feel so much better. I guess you were right.*Said Ruma softly.

*Then perhaps we can work on a cure, and you won't have to be a vampire just yet.*Said Severus.

It was late on a Friday night, and so they looked around the room of requirement for possible books that could help them. Severus browsed through one called Healing Rituals for the mind and soul.

*Hm, I do not know what a horcruxe is, but apparently this ritual here tells how to bring back the soul to the original one…*Said Severus.

Ruma lifted her nose from the book she was reading and frowned.

*What? Why would someone break their soul? That's awful.*Said Ruma.

Severus continued reading about it.

*A powerful regret of what had been done… it speaks of redemption, to heal the soul. Nothing about the uses of it… it must really be something dark. Doesn't help the problem we have here anyway.*Said Severus.

Ruma's eyes went back to her book.

*Still interesting… if there is something that exist to even heal the soul, I don't want to believe there is nothing to heal me.*Said Ruma before continuing her reading.

*What has Seth told you about it?*Asked Severus.

*Blood dependency ritual. Made exclusively to harm the user into making him dependant of blood. It had been originally created to try to get vampire powers, but it failed. It has been tried with different runewords and in my case I was afflicted with seizures and sunburns if I go outside. I have thought of a few runewords that could heal me. The ritual modified my digestive system, so if I can focus on that, then perhaps the seizures will stop too.*Said Ruma before placing down her book and took a parchment and a quill.

*What is it?*Asked Severus.

*You know… when I first drank blood, it was actually Seth's blood. I did not need blood for two whole days, and I could still go outside… until I drank muggle blood.*Said Ruma as she was writing a letter to Seth.*I drank from you, and I feel so much better. Perhaps, even then I can go outside again, I don't know. Magical blood does make a difference. And that means I can focus on runewords, perhaps with the help of Seth, and… Gellert.*Said Ruma.

*Gellert Grindelwald? The wizard that almost destroyed Paris and become supreme Mugwump?*Asked Severus.

*Why do you seem so surprised? Didn't you have to read the vampire book in defense against the dark arts?*Inquired Ruma.

*We… I did, but it only mentioned his name at the last page, and that he was still in Nurmengard after his defeat.*Said Severus.

Ruma frowned.

*Is that what everyone thinks? Does anyone know what he looks like?*Asked Ruma.

Severus opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to answer.

*I don't know.*Said Severus.

*Gellert… he has lived in Vulken's castle for a while, until he went to Egypt with the previous vampire King, Seth's father. That's when I met him because I was raised there. He showed me… things, how to make magical deals and make everyone depend on me. I was never very much bullied. I never went to the hospital wing before, not like you.*Explained Ruma.

Severus made a nod of acknowledgement.

*Lucius had mentioned Gellert's name, but it was not a detail I hung to when I heard him say it.*Said Severus.

Ruma hummed as she finished the letter, then made a copy with a spell.

*I have to go to the owlery… I will test the sun theory at the same time. Perhaps you should get some sleep, Sev.*Said Ruma.

She stood up from the sofa and made her way to the door when Severus grabbed her hand, making her gasp softly.

*Ruma… thank you for believing me. I would never have hurt you.*Said Severus.

*I never doubted you.*Said Ruma with a smile before leaving.

OoOoO

*Nigel, you are making a mess everywhere.*Said Gellert with a detached tone.

Blood splattered across the floor in a muggle house where they had decided to feed that night. Nigel let go of the now dead muggle who fell on the floor in a thump sound. He looked around and blood was really everywhere. He mumbled excuses as Vinda stepped over another corpse and wiggled her wand around. The blood vanished and a fresh smell of lemon took its place.

*Well, that's disgusting Vinda.*Said Abernathy as he was healing the bite wounds of the victims.

*When life gives you lemon…*Began Frieda.

*You make lemonade. Let's see how the triune work its wonders on the local police now.*Said Gellert with a grin.

They went down the stairs and Gellert picked up the phone, calling the local police. Gellert mentioned a fake name he had been using for a while. They had placed several triunes in policemen and investigators to deal with their corpses. They had gone in Italy, testing his plans before moving to America, and Seth had asked of him to not be in Britain, and so he had listened. They went outside as the police sirens could be heard from afar.

An owl flew over them and dropped a letter in Gellert's hands, then flew away without waiting for an answer. He could smell lavender, and recognized Ruma's handwriting.

*What could she possibly want?*Hissed Vinda behind him.

Gellert paused, turning towards his childe. His face was neutral, but Vinda could feel and see in Gellert's eyes the flare of anger that went through it. She looked down and mumbled an excuse before he continued to read the letter.

So, his little bird had been victim of a ritual he perfectly knew of. No victims had survived it for more than a few days, and she mentions magical blood is very effective in controlling her hunger and numbing the side effects. A simple ritual could cure her, and he wondered if she would be clever enough to make the runic ritual herself. That must have been the anger he felt coming from his sire. They had no mind link per say, nor had he ever told him, but he could always feel the strongest emotions he ever had, but so far, it had happened a very few times during all those years since he became a vampire. He felt his childes apparating away as a triuned policeman walked to him.

*Perdonami, tenente. Avete il rapporto di ispezione?*Said the Italian policeman.

Gellert smiled and gave the now enchanted letter from Ruma he had silently modified, detailing the events of the house behind them, to the man asking. He did not have to say anything as he ordered him to proceed into retrieving the corpses through his mind. Once the policeman turned away, Gellert apparated at his turn.

OoOoO

Dementors spotted in Birmingham, no wizard victims, unknown muggle victims. Investigation pending, and Azkaban guards mentioned all accounted dementors are there. Vampires assuring they were not aware and have rapidly intervened.

Apparition law removed. Too many assassinations related to guards and verifiers at apparition points. Many ministry artefacts destroyed and compromised. Minister obliged to act upon such terrorism.

You-Know-Who seen in Liverpool, along with his deatheaters, destroying marine ports, compromising huge supplies arrivals from other countries. The statute of secrecy not yet broken. Obliviators on place after event. Many hit wizards lives were lost, see page 16 for list of victims. One deatheater captured and sent to Azkaban. To see Auror Moody's report, see page 17.

Seth placed the Daily Prophet aside and began to read Ruma's letter when another letter appeared on his desk. He briefly looked from who it was before finishing to read Ruma's letter.

*Magical blood.*Mumbled Seth.

That made him think of when he first started Hogwarts and everything that went on with his blood cravings and problems. How he had discovered that magical blood was best for him, since he was a wizard. Now though, any blood sufficed for spells, as long as it came directly from the source. His power was proportioned to the wizard but so was his own, and that was why it was dangerous. He should not give his own blood to Ruma again, nor to anyone unless needed, like that damn Darthael.

*It's not only about magical blood. Your own is very addictive, even to me, Seth. I can't even fathom what are the effects are on anyone else or muggles… If someone ever lay their hands on you…*Said Corban following his thoughts.

Seth sniffed, throwing the letter on the desk, and joining his hands.

*She said Severus was imperiused. That boy knew basic Occlumency, it won't take long for him to master it and he probably will after what he has done, albeit unwillingly. I have seen his heart on Christmas Eve. Like I have seen everyone's hearts and desires. The ritual we have done right before was very fruitful, indeed.*Said Seth.

Flashback December 24th , Noon, Vulken's isle, the beach.

Seth stood at the end of his dock, a purple and pink circle surrounded him with runes written in his blood. With both arms on his bare chest, hands over his heart, he began to chant.

*Sicut aqua est purus, dimitte me videre in corda suos in domum meam, me eorum intentiones, eorum desideria et animam suam. Sicut aqua est purus, dimitte me videre in corda suos in domum meam, me eorum intentiones, eorum desideria et animam suam.*Said Seth.

The ocean roared around him, surrounded his body like a bubble. He continued the chanting, never breaking his concentration. A blinding white light emerged from the water, entering Seth's body. It felt like a burning fire on his skin for a short moment, then everything went silent. His heart hammered on his chest, and he almost fell on his knees, but Corban gripped him from behind.

*Did it work?*Asked Corban.

Seth turned towards his lover. The sensation was weird, and the waves of emotions coming from Corban were amplified through his link. He could feel love, concern, devotion, and an irrational desire to follow Seth until death takes him.

*It did. You must also feel in reflection your own desires, do you not?*Asked Seth.

Corban's ears went red in embarrassment, thing he had rarely done for years. Seth kissed him intensely, forgetting the cold in the heat of passion. He made them apparate in their bedroom where they lost themselves into their feelings for one another.

When he had finally gone out of the bedroom, he saw the servants preparing for the evening. He mused as he perceived overall happiness from them. They had the stress of performance, but each time they looked at him, he felt their fondness, and that made him proud. He tried a bit of wine, and noticed it dampened the overwhelming sensations from the rituals, so he gladly took wine bottles throughout the day. Colpy made sure he always had one available, exchanging for an empty one.

*Don't overdo it, you won't be able to place a foot in front of the other soon.*Snickered Danyck.

Danyck was special, in what his soul and desires told him. He felt that Danyck wanted to feel death constantly in his hands, and a desire for destruction and mayhem.

*I never hid it from you. I told you, the other day… it seems telekinetic vampires go crazy, and I know I'm going towards that direction. Now you understand my need to be with Voldemort. I control it… for now.*Said Danyck softly before looking away.*I would never hurt us. I love you, my King.*Added his childe.

That, he could feel too. He hummed as the deatheaters apparated in the living room, one after the other, with children if they had any.

Fearful respect, scared, happy, nervous.

The waves of emotions hit him hard, and he placed his mental barriers as high as he could, but the ritual overrode any of them. He tried to keep his face neutral. He ordered Ruma to move to the ballroom, hoping removing any soul in front of him would help him somehow into dampening the ritual's effects. She had looked at him with confusion before obeying him, bringing along Severus who, like every other young person, had desire to prove themselves.

How childish and stupid. Had he ever felt like that? A flash of Gellert passed through his mind. Right, he had been stupid and childish too.

The interesting one to feel had been Voldemort. His only desire was to rule the world. How quaint. He was intrigued by knowing Voldemort was seeing him somewhere along with him, in his dark plans, since the world was too big to govern by himself. Arrogance and self-importance was in his every move, and in every breath. There was no love coming from him, only fractured emotions, and instability, as if he was a dormant volcano waiting to explode on a whim and spread his malevolence everywhere.

*That can't be good.*Thought softly Corban in his mind.

Although he agreed with him, he knew he would not act against the one friend he once had for so many years, and if not that, through promises he held.

'You can still have me'

'Lah'wi'

Seth closed his eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath before following Voldemort in the ballroom.

He listened to his dark words, mind-absently, while he gazed around the room, feeling, and searching for any traitorous thoughts among the guests.

There were none, except Ruma and the vampires present in the room. Their loyalty remained towards himself, and he paid them no heed, for he knew that they would not do anything to counter Voldemort as long as he would not say anything. When Voldemort finally went out, he stopped him, and whispered the only words he wanted to hear.

*You have no enemy here, Voldemort. Victory is upon you.*Hissed Seth in Parseltongue.

And Voldemort smiled, a wave of exhilarating power going through Seth.

End Flashback

He had known right then that Severus loved Ruma, but also another woman. He knew Ruma said the truth that Severus could not have done the ritual but guessing who did that to her, was another matter.

He took the letter from Gellert and began to read it. It was short, and when he was done, he placed a hand over a fist in front of his mouth, elbows on his desk and stared at Corban.

*He knows the cure.*Mumbled Corban.

*That does not surprise me, coming from Gellert. At one point, he did search for immortality, and probably had read about many rituals.*Said Seth.

*What are you going to do then?*Asked Corban.

Seth thought a moment. In her letter, she had not seemed desperate, since she had found that magical blood was better. Severus probably provided for her and will likely do it again. Seth leaned back in his chair with a grin upon his lips.

*Let's see how clever she can be.*Decided Seth.

Italian translation

Perdonami, tenente. Avete il rapporto di ispezione?

Forgive me, Lieutenant. Do you have the inspection report?

Latin translation

Sicut aqua est purus, dimitte me videre in corda suos in domum meam, me eorum intentiones, eorum desideria et animam suam.

Just like the water is pure, let me see into the hearts of the ones in my home, let me see their intentions, their desires, and their soul.