Notes: This is just a small oneshot about Vincent and Asamad. Set in the same universe as my 13 Ghosts series, and takes place at some point in October 2021.
"Why have you convinced me to go here with you? Shouldn't you be spending the day with your kids instead?" Asamad wondered, as Vincent led him through a noisy crowd on a field into a quiet, huge building. "Also, I prefer to stay in the castle, except for when we have to capture the other 12 ghosts, as you know."
Vincent stopped and looked back at him, crossing his arms.
"I already spent the day with every single one of them multiple times. While I will do it again and do enjoy it no doubt, you're the only one that I have not done it with at all yet," he reminded his ancestor. "Can we at least agree that the both of us spending time together has been long overdue?"
"That does not mean-"
"Do we agree?" the warlock repeated, with a serious look on his face now.
Asamad's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but smile for a moment.
"Alright, we agree," he sighed, giving in. "Though, let this be quick please."
"I cannot promise that it will be as quick as you want," Vincent replied, turning back around.
The ghost frowned and rolled his eyes.
He then kept following Vincent through the building, "The Revelations of Warlocks and Witches" it was called. Where warlocks and witches could reveal their pasts to one another through artifacts, memories, and magic. Sometimes it was where they would be able to reunite with those they care about after centuries of not seeing them.
Vincent had been here often throughout his childhood and his adulthood, and every time he was amazed by it. "Some things I will never get tired of, and this place is one of them," he had told Asamad and the others before they left home earlier.
Asamad, on the other hand, had been here a few times before, though of course not as much as Vincent had. He looked around this place, remembering it had been where he met most of his friends in life long ago.
Though, deep in his heart, he felt that he did not belong here, well, at least not anymore. He had given up being a warlock the moment he transformed into his current demonic form. This place was not for him, it was for Vincent. So, why was he taken here? How did Vincent think it was a good idea? Sure, he did attend the award ceremony for Warlock of the Year back in August, but that was for Vincent only. Though, this was somehow for the both of them?
He departed from those thoughts upon noticing Vincent taking his hand.
"Come with me," he said.
The ghost followed him to a small empty table, where they both sat down across from each other before another warlock had walked over to them.
"Vincent Van Ghoul?" he blurted out, with his eyes widening. "Why, it is a pleasure to see you here once again." He then noticed Asamad and pointed to him, shaking a little bit. "I- Is this…?"
"It is a pleasure to meet with you once again as well, and yes, this is my ancestor, Asamad. I brought him here with me for the day," Vincent replied. "A lot has changed in my life since I was here last," he explained.
"Ah I see," the man responded. "Well then, would you like anything during your visit?"
"Just a small cup of tea if that is available, please."
"And for you?" the mage asked, looking over to Asamad again.
"I do not need anything, though, thank you," the ghost told him.
The man nodded before conjuring up a small cup of tea, setting it down in front of Vincent.
"May you both enjoy your time here," he smiled before walking away from the table.
"Now, tell me something about your past since that is what we are here for," Asamad said.
Vincent took a sip of his tea for a second before speaking again.
"I will not do that yet. I thought that I would hear you tell me something about your past first," he suggested.
"You know my past already," Asamad sighed. "You were surrounded by the stories of me as you grew up."
"Yes that is true, though, I should say, I know some of your past, not all of it," he corrected.
Asamad crossed his arms. He did have a point there.
"Fine," he responded. "My first experience with hunting ghosts has not been with helping you and the others capture the other 12. It was actually when I was still alive."
"Really?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.
"My wife and I used to do it," he explained. "We did not call it 'ghost hunting' back then, however, we often found ourselves dealing with a new ghost. Most of the time, the ghosts were evil and needed to be defeated. Sometimes, the ghosts were good and we would help them find peace in any way we could."
"Why, that is pleasant to hear, Asamad," his descendant smiled. "What had transpired that made the two of you eventually stop?"
"Once we had our son and put most of our time into raising and taking care of him, we could no longer do it," he answered. "Becoming a father changes you."
Vincent nodded in agreement, remembering how the others back at the castle changed his life as well.
There was a moment of silence after that, until Vincent looked at him and spoke once again.
"Is that all you will tell me?" he questioned.
"Yes, well, for now at least. I want to hear from you," Asamad smiled.
Vincent then put both his hands on the table, pondering over what he should say.
A smile came upon his lips too as he finally thought of something right then and there.
"There is an experience that I remember fondly from my teenage years," he recalled. "Which surprises me, given that I do not look back on those years in general with that same fondness. However, not all of it was terrible."
He then took a sip from the cup of tea again.
"My 17 year old classmates and I learned about a comet that was believed to be heading towards Terror Tech one night instead of just passing over it," he explained. "At first, we did not know what to do. Many students were leaving, trying to return to their loved ones to say goodbye or spend what they thought would be their last night alive."
"I assume this is the first time out of many that you have seen a comet in your life," Asamad commented.
"It was," Vincent confirmed. "I was certain we were all doomed until I found a book which had a spell written in it that could help us move the comet. Though, I knew I could not do it alone. I somehow convinced all of my classmates to help me move the comet and force it to pass over us with all of our magic combined."
Asamad's eyes widened. Vincent had stopped a literal comet from destroying his high school and ending the lives of many when he was only a teenager? Imagine some of the things he had done after that…
"That is very impressive," he admitted. "I am proud to hear it. Even back then, you always found a way to be a hero to those around you."
"Thank you," Vincent responded. "I was under some of the greatest pressure of my life, however, it was worth it."
Asamad then caught in the corner of his eye a familiar looking crystal ball across the room. The dark red tint, the smaller size of it compared to the crystals used at home, a blurry image of a very powerful warlock wearing a red cloak and a purple scarf…
He then remembered that it used to be his crystal ball back in the day.
The ghost got up from the table.
"Could you follow me for a moment?"
"Yes," the other one nodded, getting up as well.
They both came upon the crystal in the line of many other crystal balls, and Asamad carefully picked it up, examining it.
"I think this may have been mine," he told Vincent. "How did it end up here?"
"I do not know. Though, that is interesting. Are you planning on using it again now that you've found it?" Vincent asked.
"No," he answered. "There is a large hole at the bottom, I am not certain if it will work anymore. I'd never thought I would say this, however, would you like to keep it for yourself?"
The warlock's eyes widened in surprise.
"You are giving me this? You just said-"
"I know," Asamad interrupted. "Though, just in case it still somewhat works and you need it as a backup, you can have it. I think you should have something from an ancestor anyways."
Vincent took the crystal, looking at him and smiling.
"Thank you. I will take as much good care of this as I possibly can," he promised, sliding it into his cape.
Asamad felt nothing but proud once again. It turns out Vincent was right, a day with just the two of them was long overdue, and today was a great day for them to do it.
