First, only, and last time

Prologue

Part1

The night of the revelation

He was walking down one of the many hallways toward one of the libraries the mansion had to offer.
Of course it wasn't for the books, he was only slightly interested in literature.

No, in fact, he went there to join the one who was really interested in it, the one to whom this domain belonged to, the one who, despite everything, despite his immense interest in him, had so many secrets.

Jake turned the doorknob of the huge room and steps inside.
As he expected, he found his mentor sitting at his desk bending over his papers lit by the light of a single candle.
In the calm of this peaceful night, surrounded by his books that he cherishes so much.
First Jake dared not approach any further, not wanting to disturb his tranquility.
He stood watching him in silence for a moment.
He knew he must have noticed his presence before he even entered, but he still refused to move.

Another moment passed before he heard his voice echoing calmly in the place.

- You wanted to talk to me?

- Is it a real question or do you already know the answer?

Still without turning around, he let out a short, almost inaudible laugh.

- You know I wouldn't dare.

- I can't be sure.

- You could if you trusted me a little more.

- You know perfectly well that you have my complete trust, Heeseung.

On these words, he advanced near the office which sat enthroned in the room at the bottom of one of the rare windows which was there, which was not barricaded or entirely condemned by another bookshelves.

- If this is the case then tell me, why such a question?

- We can never be sure of anything.

- Certainly.

Another moment of silence passed.
Jake spent it watching Heeseung's quill delicately plunge into the inkwell and come to rest on his parchment, still with the same delicacy.

However, he would not allow himself to read what was written there.

He had no idea what might be written on these pages.
Surely it was these poems that Heeseung sometimes read to him.

Jake who was not a fan of reading and these things comparing it to his elder, had always admired the relationship that the other had with it, his way of being so close to letters and books and being able to use them in turn in the manner of a poet.

Surely all these years lived are the reason for this passion, time would be very long without such passion.

- Heeseung? Can I ask you a question ?

- Done so. I'm partly here to answer your questions, you know.

- I asked myself a lot of times already, without ever having really given it a voice, how was it before, before you gave me your blood?

For a few seconds after the question, nothing moved.
Time seemed to be on pause, only the flame of the candle continued to dance.

- Well...

Jake calmly waited for the rest of the sentence, which, to his great relief, didn't take too long to arrive.

- It's a long story.

- Of course it is... But, don't we have all eternity?

Jake couldn't see it, but Heeseung let a small, but sincere smile land on his lips.

- Well... I guess that moment had to come sooner or later.

Jake smiled back and settled into a chair that Heeseung had pulled to his side without even moving a single muscle but with the force of his mind only.

- I would have gladly let you read my stories rather than tell them myself, but I doubt that you want to.

- Ah... Indeed.

- Don't worry, I'm the one who will sacrifice tonight. Get ready.