Author's Note: It's hard sometimes to write a character's mental process, but Seth commits murder in this chapter under the influence of drugs, but it's really about demonstrating the wild nature of vampires while knowing that Seth has a very human side and that it will always be difficult for him to accept that. I suspect that he will be immensely influenced by Voldemort, but since Voldemort sees that he cannot act against him and that he is a threat in himself, the next chapter which is called The Blood Pact will be able to tell you, his intentions.

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It's hard to kill people. Empathy is so much stronger that the mind has to invent new reasons. But, if we can somehow tie it to our own survival, the mind will take the sneaky detours necessary to rationalize it. We are very good at that.

The Purpose, Rewritten, Chapter 14 Wild Nature

December 25, 1942

Seth had a great time with his parents where servants even served him a proper meal while his parents drank their best wines. The goblins who worked with them at the bank had been invited and were talking among themselves and among the vampires present.

His father had introduced him to a witch with inky black skin. She was a teacher at Uagadou School, a school created about a thousand years ago, like Hogwarts. At the first sight of Seth, she brought her hands up to her face as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her, then she took his hand and placed a kiss on it.

"You shine like the sun. Are you Mr. Vulken's son?'' she asked.

Seth pulled his hand away and remembered that the Basilisk had told him the same thing. He wondered to what extent he was supposed to answer truths or not.

"Yeah." Seth replied simply. ''Your name?''

''Oh sorry. Mijuu Me." She replied. "Our school specializes in human shapeshifting, as well as the use of wandless magic, Mr. Vulken. Perhaps you would be interested in coming to study with us for a year?''

"I have… one more year at Hogwarts. Is there an age requirement?'' Seth asked.

''No, no. All the children of Africa who have the magic gift receive a message in their dreams, as well as the way to find us, if they wish. Sometimes, children who would have ignored this message find us in adulthood, and we are always inclined to teach everyone, regardless of their age, and their origins. I can already feel that you have found your Animagus form, can't you?'' Mijuu said.

"Uh…yes." Seth said.

"You are in conflict with it. I can get you to know him better, if you wish, during your stay with us.'' Mijuu explained.

She had sat by his side during Christmas dinner, and they had a long discussion about the knowledge and magic he was learning at Hogwarts. Seth was completely fascinated by her. She, who knew what he was and who saw into his being as no one else could. She was not at all frightened by her origins. She had told him that half-human wizards were common in Uagadou. Many with kinship to werewolves, goblins, veelas, centaurs, trolls, harpies… but Seth was the first, and only, vampire wizard she now knew existed.

"If the world knew what I really was, at Hogwarts, I don't even know if I would still be welcome. Wizards are scared of creatures, while I am fascinated by them." Seth said.

"I don't believe it's the fact that you're a vampire, Seth, but rather that you possess already incredible abilities, for a vampire, in addition to having magic, which might scare them away. With us, you would learn to channel all that you are, without judgment, and even use your powers while doing magic.'' Mijuu said placing a hand on his.

Leadzurm, the Goblin King, raised his glass.

''Prince Vulken, you can trust Me. This woman is one of the only witches who has shown a real interest in the fate of goblins'' Leadzurm said before finishing his drink, then lighting a big cigar.

"Dankie, Leadzurm." Mijuu said in her native language, meaning thank you.

A muggle servant came to put more dishes on the table, then filled the glasses with wine. Mijuu removed her hand from Seth and took her glass of wine.

"What do you think of Muggles? The fact that they're servants, among other things." Asked Seth, curious to know his opinion.

Mijuu seemed to ponder the question.

"While we never reject anyone who has magic, those who don't are not looked upon very well. They are destroying our planet, wildlife , the flora, and we are caught in a world where they are very numerous, compared to all of us. We'll never be openly hostile to non-magicals, but it wouldn't take much for the opposite to happen.'' Mijuu said.

Seth tapped the table with a finger.

"And... if there was a way for wizards to rule the world, what would you think of it?" Seth asked.

Mijuu looked at Gellert who was laughing and drinking with the others, then stared intently at Seth.

"Not the way Grindelwald wanted it to be. Killing a Qilin was a real atrocity to this world." Mijuu said.

''What? He did what?'' asked Seth, not believing his ears.

"Ten years ago, he killed a Qilin and then did necromancy and controlled it to kneel before him when the wizarding population wanted to use a Qilin to nominate the next wizarding leader. Luckily, his trickery was foiled by Newt Scamander, the Dumbledores and, oddly enough, a muggle." Mijuu explained.

Necromancy.

Seth looked at Gellert before picking up his wine glass and downing it. Clearly, he really didn't know anything about him, and since he had never followed the news of the wizarding world before he entered Hogwarts, he didn't even know those details of Gellert's life. Their history teacher, the ghost Binns, only told them about the 1800s and before, which made him frown.

"It's curious that you've never heard of that." Mijuu said shaking her head. "I'm ignoring him with all my being right now, but since he's now a vampire and has lost his magic, that makes me happy, in a way. I've known King Nathaniel for a few years, and he made that decision because he didn't reserve the right to kill him himself, because I'm sure he would have done it a long time ago.''

"Wait…did you say the Dumbledores? Did Gellert and Albus duel that day?' Seth asked.

"Yes, indeed, but he ran away." Mijuu replied.

Their blood pact must have been broken by then. A servant brought him another glass of wine and he noticed Gellert smirking, but turned his attention back to Anton who was chatting with him.

Seth and Mijuu talked for long hours, like all the guests, drinking heavily, then, towards the middle of the night, she wished him a Merry Christmas before leaving. Most of the guests were gone or asleep with their heads on the table. He excused himself, feeling weird and staggered off to his room.

Beware, explicit scene, mention of drugs and murder.

He fell into bed without even taking off his clothes. He began to think hungrily about Abraxas and his heart was beating incredibly fast. Sweat beaded his forehead and he was very hot. He thought he had fallen asleep, but someone gently turned him in the bed, putting him on his back. He kept his eyes closed, too heavy and drunk to react. He didn't feel in danger as fingers brushed his lips, then down to his neck, then his chest, unbuttoning his upper clothing in the process.

"Abraxas..." Seth muttered.

"No, my Prince. I am Miria, the king's private servant. He asked me to come and see you to satisfy you.'' replied the woman who was sitting next to him.

Seth opened his eyes briefly, remembering seeing her that evening. She continued to undress him expertly.

"Go away, Miria." Seth removed his hand from her chest, but on the other hand, he had a very strong urge to hold her against him.

"Mmm. Are you sure?'' she asked, positioning herself on top of him and now unbuttoning his pants.

She was light on him, and her scent was pleasant. He felt her hand caress his face, then put his finger to his lips and that's when he tasted her blood. He opened his eyes, surprised, and saw her giggling. She had cut her finger before making this gesture. He grabbed her hand suddenly with his left and she jumped before she smiled, as he continued to suck on her finger as his eyes changed to black.

He continued for a few seconds before pulling on her hand and kissing her as his right hand moved to the back of her head to bring their lips together more intensely. She moaned against him, and the effects of the alcohol must have started to wear off, or so he believed, as he felt more turned on and sleep seemed to have left him. He had gone no further than a kiss with Monica, but Miria was a servant. A servant who knew what he was and was only there to serve him. He was having trouble thinking and his body just wanted to take this woman and devour her.

''Take me. All of me, my prince." Miria whispered.

She had short hair and green eyes with a swarthy complexion. She wore a pale blue silk tunic and showed almost all her feminine assets. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her tunic and lowered them, revealing her voluptuous breasts. It was not the first time he had seen breasts, but it was his first time he would touch them. A smile appeared on his face: he definitely liked it. He placed his hands on them, rubbing the tips of the nipples with his thumbs.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked before biting her lip.

''No. Only men." Seth replied.

She smiled before stepping back to take off Seth's pants, then his underwear which revealed his erect penis.

''Well. I see it doesn't change anything for you." She said before putting her mouth to it.

Heat began to engulf him as she began to slide her tongue all over his cock, taking his jewels in her hand. Chills ran through him at the pleasure she gave him. He realized that it was as pleasant for a woman to give him oral sex as a man like Abraxas. She moved back and forth a few times before getting up and completely removing her tunic. She positioned herself on top of him, placing his rod at his entrance and ramming into him.

The new sensation was incredible. He realized that a woman's anatomy was made for that. He gripped her hips as she began to move on top of him. He couldn't help moaning repeatedly.

"Salazar… woman. These pleasures are bound to drive me crazy eventually.'' hissed Seth in Parseltongue. "Why is my heart going to jump out of my chest?"

"Wow. What is that language? Oh!'' Miria said moaning in pleasure.

She had her hands on his chest and rode him relentlessly. His pleasure was rising exponentially, and just before he climaxed, he grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him to sink his teeth into her neck. Her blood tasted of cinnamon and honey.

'The Prince of Vampires is drunk, and I'm able to take advantage of it. Grindelwald was right… the ecstasy works on him.'

Her blood suddenly changed to an even sweeter taste. He heard her heart beating rapidly and she let out a cry of pleasure as he emptied himself into her as well.

He licked the wounds on her neck, then she stood up, stroking his chest as she went, a smile on her lips.

''My prince, it's an honor to serve you.'' Miria said before gently removing herself from him.

Seth wondered who this servant was to mention Grindelwald and also wondered what ecstasy was. His thoughts were interrupted as she pulled back and put his cock in her mouth again, removing the cum and fluids that belonged to her. He was also surprised that his penis was still very hard, as if he could have continued a second time. Seeing her taste, it like this and looking at it with her green eyes made him quiver with pleasure. He realized he still wanted to get inside her, but first he wanted to know what he heard of her thoughts, especially since he couldn't bear the thought of a servant, or anyone, using him.

With more confidence, he sat up in bed as she let go of his cock. He got on his knees and grabbed her by the throat, which startled her, and she put her hands on his arms, trying to pull herself free. For some reason, as if his thoughts weren't quite his own, he didn't give a damn about what he was doing to her, unlike his usual behavior. He turned her to put her in his place, on her back. She was breathing fast, and fear had taken hold of her eyes. She dared not move and tears appeared in her eyes.

"I dare to believe that my mother can completely satisfy my father and that you are not his personal servant in all matters of sex, hm? Can I know exactly why Grindelwald would think you could take advantage of me?" Seth asked harshly.

"Far... far from it to deceive you, my prince." Miria said with difficulty. He felt her swallow in the palm of his hand. "G-Grindelwald told me that… that you've probably never had sex and that alcohol would inhibit your embarrassment." She hesitated.

Seth clacked his tongue, not releasing his grip on her neck, and spread her legs with his free hand before stepping into her entrance and thrusting his full-length cock inside. She gave a cry that he ignored and, still with his free hand, he massaged her right breast. He watched her reactions and could watch fear, misplaced pleasure, and pain coursing through her body. He found himself having a malicious pleasure in imposing that on her.

She obviously did not know how to react to this reversal of the situation.

"I have no embarrassment, Miria. I'm not a virgin either. And it's not a human like you who has the right to even think you have any privilege whatsoever to be with me." Seth spat as he jerked his hips back and thrust into her again. "You're going to tell me what ecstasy is. '' He added, digging his nails into her neck, feeling his rage rise in him as he had never felt before.

She moaned in pain and her complexion changed to red, almost choking under his fingers.

"It's…it's a drug…a drug to remove inhibition…give you p-pleasure." She said with difficulty.

It was she who had given him the last glasses of wine he had drunk. If that drug was indeed working on him, as he now believed it was, it was also taking away his human side because he couldn't even feel any pity for her. He felt her heartbeat under his fingers and the desire to take her life crept into his thoughts. She began to struggle, thumping hard against his arm that held her and her legs that went in every possible direction.

OoOoO

Seth woke up the next day, a headache that tore through his head and invaded every inch of his body. He wondered if he drank too much alcohol because he didn't remember anything after Mijuu left. He sat up with difficulty and opened his eyes. He jumped when he saw a woman in his bed, dead. He didn't recognize her or knew how or why she was there. Marks of a purplish tone emblazoned her neck and cuts were on the side of her neck as well. He looked at his hands and saw that his right hand had blood on each of its fingers. He no longer wondered who had killed her, but… why would he have done it? He gulped and looked away.

Hoping she wasn't a witch, he got out of bed and realized he was blazing naked, aside from his wand still strapped to his arm. He put on his underwear and the pants he found before putting on a new shirt he found in a drawer. He put on his shoes and with an apologetic look at the woman, he opened the door to his room and concentrated on finding either his father, or Grindelwald.

He didn't immediately sense his father, but Gellert was back in his office. He went quickly wondering if Gellert had a potion for the pain. He knocked on his door before entering and he closed it behind him before taking a seat in a chair opposite Gellert, his hands in his face.

"Slept well?" Gellert asked.

"Gellert… there's a woman in my bed." Seth said.

"And… she knew how to… satisfy you?" Gellert asked with a smirk.

Seth stared at Gellert seriously.

''Who is it?''

Gellert stopped writing and put down his pencil.

"Miria. A servant girl.' Gellert said.

Seth looked at his hand, still with dried blood. He was somewhat relieved, in a way, that he hadn't killed a witch, but still wondered why he would have done such a thing, but also, if Gellert knew who she was, he would already know more than him.

"I think I killed her, Gellert. But I have no memory of her or anything after Mijuu left. Do you have any idea what exactly I did?" Seth asked.

Gellert raised his eyebrows before laughing.

"Miria was an idiot, but I was the one who gave you…well, I put a drug in your wine that…would only reveal your true nature, Seth." Gellert said. "I just told Anton to get rid of her from your bed."

Anger rose in him, and he stood up abruptly before hitting the desk which creaked.

"You think it's okay?" Seth yelled to which Gellert didn't react. "HOW DARE YOU WANTED TO PLAY WITH MY HEAD AGAIN?"

Gellert tilted his head slightly.

"I'm not playing with you. If you killed her, you wanted to.'' Gellert said as he got up and went to his cupboard. "Don't blame yourself, she was just a simple muggle who was just complaining all day and proliferating threats. Your father was supposed to take care of it, but… he doesn't have time.'' He added, throwing a vial of pain potion at Seth.

Seth drank it quickly and tossed the empty vial back to him before leaving the office. As the pain began to dissipate, he began to think that he wanted to remember what had happened, but he didn't know how. He sighed before re-entering Gellert's office, who was handing him a book with his provocative smile. He already knew what he wanted to do. Seth took the book from him and walked outside for some fresh air.

The book Gellert had given him was about various rituals of the mind and time. He walked outside alone and did a Tempus, revealing that the sun was not rising, but in fact, it was setting. He had slept all day. He made his two balls of lights appear and began to read. He finally found what he was looking for near the end of the book.

Rerun an event in a closed place. Can't go back more than fourteen hours earlier. Requires great mental and physical strength since this ritual uses the energy of the user, hence the impossibility of going beyond the time indicated. Using a moonstone lessens the strength needed to perform the ritual.

It is impossible to use this ritual with a person who is not concerned, because this ritual is based on the memories of the user, although a search with the use of runes to avoid this constraint would be possible.

Seth realized that he didn't have much time left, and that he didn't have any moonstone. He returned to his room which was now devoid of Miria's body and the room was tidied up as if it had never been touched. He placed the twelve rocks he had picked up, already with the spell of time on each of them, as indicated in the book, around the chamber. He positioned himself on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before beginning to recite the words of the ritual several times while holding his wand against his temple to enhance the vision of the events, since these were directly linked to him.

He saw the scene in an accelerated state. He saw servants who had come to clean the room, then Anton come in with Miria's body and lay it in the bed, then it was Seth's turn to come in and undress and then go to the bed where he had slept. . As time ticked back in the room, he felt his heart beating faster from the effort required. He closed his eyes, concentrating on bringing the scene back as soon as possible. When he felt he couldn't back down, he stopped the chant and changed it to show the scene at a normal rhythm.

He had succeeded because he saw himself opening the door and throwing himself into the bed, not being in his normal state. He saw, a short time later, Miria enter the room and tempt him to have sex. Seth got up with difficulty to observe the scene from another angle. He watched himself act with her, for now in the normal way. His first experience with a woman and he couldn't remember it.

When he heard himself accuse her and ask her what ecstasy was, that's when he saw that he was not able to control himself.

"It's…it's a drug…a drug to remove inhibition…give you p-pleasure." She said with difficulty.

Normally, he would surely have been angry as he had reacted with Gellert, nothing more, but since this drug removed his barriers, he was not surprised to see that he had continued to strangle her. When the life left her, he saw himself looking up, then closing his eyes, completely in a trance. A sliver of that feeling seemed to come back to him and a shiver ran through him.

He mumbled the phrase to end the ritual and fell to his knees, completely drained of energy. He crawled to the bed and laid down.

OoOoO

December 27, 1943

The next day he woke up without a headache, but with thoughts full of what he had done. No matter how he replayed the events, he was unable to feel regret for Miria. Gellert had been right, even if it was partly his fault for giving Seth a drug. He clearly saw that he loved it, just like seeing the three women die before his eyes on his birthday, or getting revenge on the Maugrey family…

Did vampires just hold back every time they fed? He rubbed his face and got up to go to the dining room and asked for coffee and lunch. The servants had probably caught wind of what had happened as many were muttering excuses for all sorts of reasons and fear was in their eyes.

Anton joined him.

"You know how to make a good impression, hehe." Anton said with a mocking smile.

''Good impression? To whom? You?" Seth said before taking a sip of his coffee. "Why are you a vampire, Anton?"

"Mmm. I was… a thief in the streets of Bijam. I outwitted the guards and the police as if they didn't exist and I distributed drugs all day long. One day I saw your mother, an unparalleled beauty, and I followed her until she disappeared before my eyes. I followed her and…your father brought me in front of Gellert.'' Anton said. He paused at which Seth swallowed a bite of his lunch. "The next moment… I get my blood drained out and then force-fed some down. Then his mind got into mine. He hates me. Every minute, every second... he tries to close his mind to my frivolous one, and he hates me. When I saw you, I immediately knew who you were simply by all the feelings that went through me because of him. It's so... curious... to think that there is a magical world and not just vampires."

"It's not just vampires, Anton. The magical world is bigger than you think, but also small enough that we are easily in danger of being seen and killed by all these humans.'' Seth said.

Anton watched him finish his plate. He didn't seem afraid of the danger since he changed the subject.

"Only servants eat meals. But you... Gellert told me about you, but aside from the fact that your parents really are the king and queen of the vampires, he doesn't know any more. I also talked to all those goblins...it's really fascinating. All that magic.'' Anton said.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky to get to know our world thanks to my father's decision." Seth said, nudging his plate with one finger.

"Ah, yes! Hey, how many goblins do you think it takes to paint a room?'' Anton asked.

Seth frowned.

"Goblins aren't servants and I don't believe you have the right to order anyone around." Seth said.

Anton smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, nah, you dunno… it only takes one if you throw it hard enough." Anton said before starting to laugh.

He had made a joke. Anton had made a joke about goblins. Seth couldn't help but smile. Definitely, he liked Anton. They continued to chat, and then he informed Anton that he was going back to Hogwarts for New Year's Day.

"Are you sorry for killing her?" Anton asked bluntly before Seth left.

Seth looked at him and raised his eyebrows before shaking his head.

''No. I have to take responsibility for what I did. I tend to believe this won't be the last time this will happen, so…" Seth said.

Anton moved closer to him and tucked a lock of his fiery red hair behind his ear.

"You liked it then, huh?" Anton said, licking his lips.

"Bye, Anton." Seth said before activating the portkey and disappearing.

"Do you really believe he will be king?" thought Anton through the link with Gellert.

"Not only will he be, but he will give me back my magic too. Now bring me someone, I'm hungry." Gellert ordered.

Anton sighed and obeyed him.

OoOoO

December 31, 1943

Tom had not stayed at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays. Seth thought maybe he was off to do something for his birthday since he would now be seventeen. So, he spent the day with Corban playing chess, eating together, playing Quidditch and even went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to speak briefly with Hagrid and Og, as Hagrid had now been a guardian of the place with Og since his expulsion from the school. Dumbledore had convinced the Headmaster to keep him here, since he no longer had any family.

They ended the evening, alone, in the Slytherin common room, with the Tempus illuminating the room with the countdown. Seth had owled three bottles of wine from his house, not without first testing them with several spells, no longer trusting what he was drinking. On the other hand, he had to admit that he loved drinking wine, since the effects of alcohol seemed to dull everything he was experiencing.

10

He sank into the couch. Corban had raised his glass as he began the countdown.

9

He wondered if Abraxas would say the countdown with his family.

8

It had been five days since he had drunk blood.

7

Definitely, he should be more careful when Abraxas wasn't around.

6

Pff, what was the point, Corban knew that anyway.

5

Had Corban drunk as much wine as he had since the start of the evening?

4

Seth stared at the three empty bottles on the table. Oh yes, they did.

3

And why wouldn't he take advantage of Corban's feelings?

2

It is not in his habits to use people, but rather Tom's style.

1

Why was he bothering with other people's feelings? He wanted Abraxas, but he wasn't there...

"Happy New Year!" Corban said smiling before being kissed by Seth.

Corban dropped his drink to hug Seth who was now on top of him. The prince licked Corban's lips before kissing him again, then he pulled his bottom lip with his lips as he ran his right hand through his hair. Corban moaned against him and tightened his arms even tighter around Seth.

He smelled so good: a wild smell of the forest, mixed with the wine they had just drunk. Corban started to unbutton Seth's shirt who broke his kiss to help him, and his shirt fell to the ground.

"What's that mark on your shoulder?" Corban asked as Seth almost ripped his shirt off him.

Seth didn't answer him and assaulted his mouth again and Corban let that detail go. They began to feel hot, and their heartbeats increased. Seth reached down to undo Corban's belt and felt him tense.

"I... I'm sorry. I...I haven't...I never have." Corban stammered, but Seth put his index finger to his lips.

"Then you'll have something else." Seth said as his eyes turned black, and Corban gasped in surprise.

Seth grabbed Corban's wrists and placed them on either side of his head on the couch. Corban's chest heaved rapidly in apprehension and Seth began to kiss him again, tugging at his lips and brushing his tongue against him.

"Will you taste as good as your lips, Corban?" Seth whispered before taking a breath of his skin, moving down to his chest, and planting a kiss there.

"Seth..." Corban moaned, shifting his pelvis slightly trying to get more comfortable as his erection was stuck under his pants.

Seth hummed and let go of Corban's right wrist and slid his hand through the golden hair to get a better grip and control of his head. He slipped his tongue between his pecs and up his neck, letting his teeth lengthen, ready to pierce the skin there.

Seth had known for a long time what he liked to do since Abraxas and him fucked everywhere and anytime. He respected Corban, though right now, he wanted to rip his pants off and make him scream with pleasure. Hearing the other beg him and moan while the heart thrashed in an incessant drum, such was his obsession.

He tugged at Corban's hair before sinking his teeth deep into his neck, pouring out his venom in large quantities. Corban let out a cry of pleasure. Since Corban kept his pants, Seth rubbed his pelvis against him, and it was enough for an orgasm to run through Corban as if he crashed in a moving train.

"Holy shit." Corban moaned before jerking the air out of his lungs.

Seth continued for a few seconds to drink Corban's blood, wanting to absorb every sweet drop that only orgasm could create in his victims. He then withdrew from him, not without first licking the wounds to close them. He stood up and picked up his shirt from the floor, then looked at the Tempus spell still floating in the air, indicating midnight thirty-seven.

He glanced at Corban who was trying to get his shirt back on, shaking and he smiled, feeling the hormone-filled blood high from the pleasure he got every time.

He hadn't thought back of the horrible look of the woman he had killed a few days earlier, but he did remember the feelings when the life of that servant had left her under his fingers.

'What rage you must feel as you choke on your sorrow.'