Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

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Gregory once again everyone🤭

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Info on Thoerns

A thoern is a soul from another realm summoned into this realm to possess the body of a being at death's door. Similar to the summoning of a devil except these beings are more easily controlled and there's zero chance of you being killed or being betrayed by them. Due to the bond, you two have you can see everything they think and feel before they can even act on them.

The purpose of a thoern was originally the same as that of a familiar but during rare occasions, if the spellcaster is to die before completing the contract. The thoern will gain full freedom. And a person can only create one in their entire life span since making more than one will strain the body and soul. And turn them into a vegetable. Making or rather summoning a soul from the dead requires a hefty amount of magic and a piece of the summoner's soul.

Because the soul is from another realm, to keep it in this realm will require a constant supply of magic but the permanent solution is to sacrifice a life. Thus if the summoner dies or sacrifices someone else, the soul can stay in this realm as a replacement for the deceased person. Likewise, that person will take the thoern's placement in the other realm

Note: This is an atheist story

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Carlos' POV

After the human girl left the dining hall, I had a brief discussion with some of the other vampires there. Gregory had come up to me and told me, we had to talk. I nod then excused myself with some reasonable excuse then walk to my study with Gregory behind me. We stop at my door which is on the second floor three rooms away from the human girls'

Gregory opens the door and we enter. I take a seat on the long couch that's against the wall, sitting at a spot near the door. Gregory seats on the single armchair in front of me with a coffee table in between us. He pushes up his glasses nervously

Carlos: If your not gonna talk then are you trying to waste my time?

He looks at me shocked and quickly shakes his head. His eyes fall to the ground as he stutters. We spend the next hour with me scolding him and him mumbling incoherent things

I hear sounds from outside the office, someone was leaving as quietly as they could but I could hear the faint stepping of their feet - there was a soft creaking sound of the wooden floorboard outside my office - and the fading smell of their scent that used to strongly drift in through the gaps of the door.

Because they are a dhampir it's not that strong but compared to pure blood like me - who has no scent attached to them, or shouldn't have - it's strong. I could smell them the moment gey neared the room's wall. Silence returns to the hallway, a normal silence

While Gregory is mumbling my eyes take a shade of red as I tap my hand on the arm of the couch. Eyes set on Gregory, he stops speaking and then takes off his glasses. He stares right at me with his bright blue eyes, he starts speaking. Not a trace of his previous nervousness or stuttering demeanour, but I interrupt him, feeling irritated