The mansion looked different now. Instead of old red bricks, it was made up of white marble. Classic. Zero thought. Two humongous square pillars held up a pitched roof. The marble staircase leading up to the huge armored dark oak door was littered with vines growing flowers of several shades of pink. Such a pretty sight could only mean one thing, a trap.

He observed the thorns, pointy little green things at first but his sharp eyes could see more. The tip was hardened to draw blood. His eyes re-focused to just behind or below the thorns. The marble was covered with engravings that were no puzzle to him. It was in his mother tongue. The words spoken naturally by all Fari. He followed the words and laughed. Tricky little trap it was. The door had metallic boards that could be slid around and most would figure that they needed to be arranged in a certain pattern to open the door and in the process of reaching the door, would crush the fragile vines.

He placed his barefoot on the first step and felt the thorns attacking his skin instantly. The plant being more alive than any in the mundane world. He kept walking until he reached the door, a trail of bloody footprints behind him. The blood was absorbed into the vines and traveled to the door, and from the vines into the door to the metallic boards that filled with his blood. The boards moved on their own and snapped into place, creating a beautiful piece of art depicting the most revered place of his people.

This place was no doubt created by another Farae. It wasn't found on the same plane of existence as the rest of the world. It was on the mirrored side of existence. That was why he could faintly feel the energy of his brother. That man was known in all worlds as the most evil of all entities, always referred to as Satan. He created whole dimensions on the other side of the mirror. The same principle was used here but on a much smaller scale.

By the looks of it, it was made for him to find. His blood deactivated the lock on the door and it was his blood that triggered the lock at the iron gate. He just had to find who did all this and why.

He peered inside and found a lavishly styled area. The whole interior was pure marble. The staircase to his right led to two other levels with open balconies overlooking the sitting area on the ground floor. There were corridors on both sides and he could see a long dark wood table at the far end of the ground floor. The mansion stretched to impossible lengths at the sides while still being small in width.

Being able to manipulate the fabric of a reality had its perks...

He held that thought in a corner of his mind as it could prove useful later. There were very few beings who could warp realities and bend time to their will if they weren't the author of that specific set of strands of matter and energy. Authors were near extinct though, so for now this was all a mystery.

He could smell the scent of food but decided to go find Ichiru's body.

He just had a brilliant idea.

He followed the stench of death that was left behind by Ichiru. He passed several rooms whose doors were ajar and little yellow eyes peered at him. The demons sure were shy. He reached the end of the corridor and found the wall full of engravings. He reached out and placed his hand flat against it before tracing the ridges. His mind got pulled into the story told by the engravings.

The throne room stood before him. Glass staircase leading to the throne seemed almost taunting. They were bright and shone with clarity, yet had heard the most horrendous of secrets since the start of the reign of the current King. The stairs ended with a long metallic pathway to the throne. The seat sat onto two long pillars adjoined at the top, draped with lavender covers and golden chains with a heavy lavender cushion. His eyes trailed upwards towards a chest clad in white flowy robes with a lavender sleeveless shirt and a lavender jacket. Slender fingers were adorned with thin gold rings and deep red markings ran up and under the white sleeves of the robes. His eyes went up, over a pale neck, to meet with dark red eyes. The King gazed at him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. The smirk that allowed fangs to shine through terrified his young mind ...

The King had terrified him at the time, reminding him that although he was a Fari, the most elite warriors of the Hvitur House, he wasn't above the Royal Purebloods of his race and never one that ruled the throne.

He allowed his power to flow through his veins and into the empty, cold engravings. They filled with blue flames and warmed. The huge marble slab moved. He was greeted with a staircase spiraling downwards. The cold metal digging into the bare skin of his feet would've been painful had he been anything close to a mortal. He could see bright light passing through the slits of the small metallic gate at the end. It was made of the same material as the gate outside the property and was meant to keep out the unwanted. He pushed it open and was greeted with a vast land of flowers and green grass. His eyes almost hurt from the assault of stimuli.

In the middle of the indoor garden laid Ichiru atop a Shigu, a gummy demon that was totally harmless but extremely useful. It had the uncanny ability to keep those being called by Death in the realm of the living and maintain their energy till they were removed. It also proved useful in keeping Ichiru's body intact and his life energy vibrant still.

He took the flowers around him and tied them together in a circle around Ichiru and slashed his wrist. His blood flowed out and stained the flower right below before it fanned out and dried up all the flowers in the circle. It moved toward Ichiru and crept up his body into the large wound in his abdomen and into the two ugly puncture wounds on his neck. Zero brought a hand to his mouth and felt his fangs, they were much more efficient now unlike the rough short ones his Level-E self sported. The wounds closed and the blood clung to Ichiru's body until they marred his pale skin to attest to the transformation he would be undergoing.