Rebirth: Childhood friend of the heroine

They weren't allowed to meet the Vampire Lord right away, since someone was meeting him already.

Naturally, they didn't say anything and nodded when Alistair suggested resting up a little in the guest room.

Jullie and Alex were given rooms next to each other. The castle was too huge so there was no scarcity of rooms.

"If you need something, a maid will always be standing at your door. Just tell her." Alistair spoke before he closed the door with a slight bow.

Alex heaved a sigh as he found himself in an unfamiliar room that was dull and boring talking about curtains and wall color. The room was clean, and the furniture was new, explaining that no one generally stays here.

From the earlier conversation with Angelina, Alex discerned that the Vampire Monarch doesn't generally entertain guests since the entity loves solitary more than anything.

"Hmm? There are books..." Alex approached the bookshelves, his nerd side acting up as he took out a few books and read the titles,

[The Great War of Power Distribution]

[The Rulers' Dilemma]

[The Noble Sacrifice]

Alex has already read all three of them. They were mainly focused on the time when the realms were dividing, and the struggle for power and management became a real issue. Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire

In the past, they all had a single enemy that they needed to eradicate: Soulless. However, with time, the amount of Soulless dwindled, and at some point, all the races started to think that they needed to settle down.

Alex was aware of why so many Soulless were appearing at that time, that all the races fought against the cursed beings altogether.

Soulless are empty husks, stripped of life but cursed to move. Their bodies remember what they once were, driven by echoes of a will that no longer exists. They are not dead, yet they are not truly alive—just hollow shells, puppeted by the remnants of their former selves.

At that time, the Upper Realm was going through a war, and it was getting difficult to take care of the dead remains of the Chaos army. The remnants of their soul could cause unnecessary destruction. That's why the Seven Deities used to dump the remnants into the lower realms.

That's why there was an abundance of Soulless at that time, and with the war reaching its conclusion, the number of Soulless diminished as well.

And when that happened, every race divided their nations to maintain peace and not get in each other's way.

Alex went through a few more books, but sadly, he knows what's written in them, already. Being a book lover, Alex used to read just any book he got his hands on.

The very fact he even read children's fairy tales at the age of thirteen shows how big of a book lover he was.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, he took out a book which had no title. The book was quite old and was repeatedly read since the book cover was slightly torn.

Alex sat down on the bed and opened the book. The title read:

"First Chapter: My Beginning."

It was handwritten, and the handwriting was quite elegant.

Alex flipped the page and read the first page,

[The moment I opened my eyes, I found darkness all around me. I was living, yet not. I could breathe but couldn't move my body on my will. I have watched kingdoms fall, armies being devoured and the balance of the war tipping to one side just of a single addition.]

[The ugliness of a War, the sacrifices one has to make, the pain of separation, and the anguish of betrayal, I have felt it all, yet those emotions weren't mine.]

[At some point, I believed my existence would forever remain attached to the being who gave birth to my existence and consciousness. However, I was wrong.]

Alex paused as the text ended at the corner of the page.

...for some reason, more than a book, it seems like a diary. Someone's personal diary.

He flipped the pages and found all the pages were written by the same person and the chapters were different phases of their life.

Alex went through the pages to see if he could find a name at the end, but no. There was nothing that could signify to whom the diary belonged.

"Should I continue to read it?" Alex knew it was wrong to read someone else's diary, but his curiosity got the better of him. Boredom and the urge to learn more nudged him toward the tempting pages.

In the end, he continued,

[It was chaotic to live within the consciousness of someone else yet not be able to communicate with them. The wails of their agony always tormented me...but slowly, those cries began to sound pitiful to me.]

[It was heartbreaking to see someone being pushed into doing something that caused him so dearly in the past. It was like you were punished severely for doing something, yet again, you are being forced to repeat the act.]

[While the world deemed the being's nature as ferocious and savage, I know deep within that he was hurting. It also felt pain and contained emotions.]

[Just like how I remained silent all those times because of my inability to speak, the being in which I reside also remained silent because of the responsibility he withheld on his shoulders.]

Alex paused, reaching the end of the third page.

A person inside someone else, experiencing their emotions, seeing what they saw yet not being able to do anything.

'Exactly, how does that work?'

Alex went through a few more pages, and most of them were the directory of the writer, seeing things through the eyes of another being.

And the other being in question...was always surrounded by trouble.

On the seventh page, the first line was,

[I think...it's time.]

[I can feel myself gaining some control, I can hear his voice in my head and sometimes communicate as well....well, it's more like trying to convey something to him since the other party never responds.]

'Interesting...' Alex flipped the page and read how the writer began showing more vivid emotions and affected the parent body in which the writer resided.

The development from being just an audience to an active member of the body happened within fifteen pages of the diary.

*Flip*

[Chapter Two: Freedom]

Alex raised his brows; it seemed the author finally received freedom from the parent body.

He flipped the page and read,

[I was...no longer with him. I was free...able to look around and experience the sensation which only I had an idea about.]

[It was...unreal, to have my own body. I could do anything I wanted. Walk around, speak as much as I want, meet people, and fight them...I could do whatever I wanted with my body.]

[...yet, it feels like I have been detached from something very precious to me. I don't know how I can explain it, but it feels like something was empty. Like I wasn't being myself. A very significant part of me was snatched away from me.]

[Living within his consciousness made me feel several severe emotions, not a single moment of rest, and now that I finally attained peace, I am not peaceful at all....]

[I miss him...]

*Knock*

Alex's eyes were torn away from the diary as he heard from the other side, "Alex."

Alex looked at the diary...he was kind of interested in knowing what was written further, that's why he stored the diary in his ring rather than placing it back on the bookshelf.

"Ah, yes." Walking to the door, he opened it and found the familiar violet-haired lady standing there.

"What were you doing?" Jullie asked curiously. It has already been a few hours since they came here and he never even once tried to walk out of the room.

Alex shrugged, "Was just reading some books. What happened?"

Jullie peeked into his room and indeed a few books were resting over the bed.

She redirected her eyes towards him before saying, "Lord Dravenlock has called us to join him for dinner."

Alex nodded, "Just give me a few minutes to freshen up."

Jullie nodded, "Okay, I will be waiting."

Alex went inside and took a quick bath before changing his clothes. He didn't wear anything formal, just a shirt and trousers before stepping out of the room.

"I am read-uh?" Unexpectedly, Jullie wasn't present there; rather, the woman whom Alex previously saw kicking Allen's ass.

"Lady Natasha?" Alex asked, "Did you need something from me?"

The woman narrowed her eyes, and with her hands on her waist, she leaned towards Alex.

*Sniff* *Sniff*

For some odd reason, he sniffed him, and slowly, she closed her eyes.

"Umm?" He called out, "Is everything alright?"

The woman was acting too weird.

Natasha opened her eyes and stood back up. In a heavy tone, she commanded,

"Follow me."

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A/N:- I hope you all enjoyed reading the chapter. Drop a comment.