The great hall of the conference was immersed in dense murmurs. 

The Arcane Wizards of Velaron, wrapped in white, silver and black robes, floated in harmonic circles on the platform. Their voices, even whispered, echoed through the living pillars of the Crystal Room. 

"We feel something ..." said the Archimago Tholmeras. - Something that walks without shape ... and corrupts beliefs. 

Around the hall, the Church's Holy Primate, wrapped in golden veils, raised his head. 

- Blasphemy is approaching? 

- Not just blasphemy. Reported Tholmeras. - A fallen heavenly. Not any demon. A banned angel who hates faith and natural harmony. 

The silence fell. 

Queen Aether Van Lanfoi frowned. 

- Is this symbolic or literal? 

- Literal. - Answered the younger arcane, Mestre Esviel, with bluish beard and a crystal eye. - What we feel ... really walk. It crosses forests, cities and hearts. Divide humans and elves. Someone - or something - wants to rekindle the war. 

- And how to know if this "fallen heavenly" is not that ... sick vampire? - Rined one of the human senators, an old warrior named Lord Rhun, not knowing that Axiel was present, hidden in the shadow behind a magic curtain. 

Loriel, sitting on his invisible shoulder, almost laughed. 

- Did you hear that? Sick? Only compliments to you. 

- Should I thank you? Muttered Axiel, impassive. 

Meanwhile, in the lower part of Elyndar, in a neighborhood enchanted by purple lanterns and jade roofs ... 

Iris, the foolish dress courtesan, smiled as he paid the rent with sparkling silver coins. 

- Three months advanced. - he said, laughing at the liquidator, an old redhead with a wrinkled face. 

Returning to the bedroom, he threw herself in bed, happy as a girl. The money had left. Very. I could eat, buy clothes, maybe ... a harp. 

He sighed, looking at the ceiling. 

- He looked ... dangerous, but sweet. He said little, but his eyes spoke. It should be married to some noble elf ... or two. He grunted, laughing at herself. 

He closed his eyes, but soon covered himself with shame as he remembered the whispered conversation with the blonde - the queen, apparently. 

- Oh ... Why did I say that?! He stuck his head on the pillow. 

She still didn't know that the mysterious man from the night before ... He was a vampire. 

Back in the conference hall, new names and faces emerged between observers and security guards. 

- Nyalan, the millennial elf counselor; 

- Commander Gorveth, Arcane, from the continent of Orctem. 

- And Nivea Hans Solarius II, Empress of Solarius, beautified by her golden armor and long braided blond hair and bangs albina adorning her face, the famous ice magician, representing her husband, Emperor Solarius II. She was enraged with the attitudes of the Holy Primate, but contained not to freeze the soul of the religious. 

But among the gifts, no one noticed the approach of what he walked between them. 

Later that night, when the conference dispersed, Axiel walked the hotel corridors, the shoes echoing over the polished floor of lunar marble. The elegant costume molded to silence. 

It was then that he saw a figure. 

Folded shadows. Something ... watched him. 

- Loriel - He murmured, feeling something in his spine. 

She appeared, floating with the strangely serious expression. 

- Stand. - he said. - Don't react. 

A male -shaped figure walked down the opposite hall. High. Young but ageless face. Golden skin. Silver eyes. He wore a white cloak with ancient notches and a corrupted solar symbol, with cracks that spread like black roots. 

Axiel stopped. The world stopped. 

The man in the shape of a man also stopped, a few meters. 

"You," he said, with a calm voice like well water. 

Axiel did not answer. The red eyes lit. 

- I remember you. A face between the flames. A lost name between the veils. - The man smiled. 

- Arkaaniel. Muttered Loriel. 

- He? Axiel said lower, as if his throat dried. 

"Yes," she nodded. - The false god. The fallen heavenly. He was stuck in the statue of the sun god in the temple in Solarius. 

Axiel looked into his eyes. 

- I dreamed of you. When I woke up in that temple ... it was you. His face was in the fire. 

Arkaaniel smiled. A quiet smile. Kind. False. 

- Because our destinations are intertwined. But now it's a living dead. And I'm still a sun. 

He passed them. 

- See you soon. 

And disappeared in the hallway, as if the floor swallows him. 

Loriel looked at Axiel, seriously. 

"You're not just a vampire, axiel." 

- Say that when I don't burn looking at the sun. He answered for the first time with a firm voice ... and real fear in the eyes.