After seeing those visions, Magnus was completely confused — his mind tangled with rage and disbelief. His chest burned with anger toward Bellatrix. He clenched his fists and muttered to himself, "I thought she had some good in her... but now I understand. She's pure evil — empty, cold, heartless. I hate her so much. I'll kill her cruelly when the time comes. But until I know the full truth, she can live... for now."
What Magnus didn't know was that even Bellatrix herself was unaware of the creature he had seen in his vision. No one in the world knew that such a being even existed. But Magnus believed every single thing he saw — and that belief turned into obsession.
Determined to uncover the truth, he began investigating the vision — especially the man he saw standing beside Bellatrix. Magnus searched across the country, even halfway across the world, with the help of his vampire hunter allies. But nothing came up. Every lead ended in darkness.
Frustrated and furious, Magnus decided on a new plan. In the vision, Bellatrix wasn't alone — she was with that man. If he wanted the truth, he needed to get it from her. But that was nearly impossible. Bellatrix was no ordinary vampire; she was the Queen. Getting even a single secret from her would be like stealing fire from the sun.
Still, Magnus had a dangerous idea. If he couldn't find the truth, he'd act his way to it.
He went to Mephisto — the one he believed knew everything about Bellatrix's past.
When Mephisto saw him, he raised an eyebrow and said, "What happened to you? You look miserable. Tell me, maybe I can help."
Magnus sighed, pretending to hesitate. "You think… you can really help me?"
Mephisto smirked. "Of course. I always can."
Magnus stammered, "I think… I think—"
"Just say it, fool," Mephisto snapped.
Magnus finally said, "I think I'm in love with the Queen."
Mephisto didn't even flinch. Instead, he laughed softly. "So that's all? I knew this would happen from the beginning."
Magnus looked shocked. "Is it that obvious?"
Mephisto nodded. "Completely. You wear it on your face, Magnus."
Magnus leaned closer. "Then what should I do now?"
Mephisto sighed, "Why are you asking me? You know who Bellatrix is. Forget her. She will never love anyone — not you, not anyone. It's impossible."
Magnus stared at him. "You sound so sure. Why?"
Mephisto hesitated, then said quietly, "Because she only ever loved one man."
Those words hit Magnus like lightning. "What are you talking about? Who is he?"
Mephisto's eyes darkened. "Forget it. Don't dig into this, Magnus. Just leave it alone. And forget this conversation ever happened."
He turned to leave, but Magnus shouted, "Mephisto! Stop right there! Tell me who that man is, or I'll tell the Queen about what we talked about."
Mephisto froze, his voice turning cold. "That's blackmailing."
Magnus smirked. "I have no choice. I need the truth."
Mephisto turned slowly. "Fine. But promise me one thing — don't tell anyone, especially Bellatrix."
"I promise," Magnus said immediately.
Mephisto sighed deeply. "Then listen carefully. If you want to know about that man… you must first know about Bellatrix herself."
He took a deep breath and began.
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"This happened more than ten thousand years ago," Mephisto said quietly. "Back then, this land wasn't a kingdom — only a forest. Deep within it lived a small clan of vampires. Their leader was Chief Bronson — strong, noble, and respected by all.
"One night, Chief Bronson was walking through the woods when he heard something — the faint voice of a little girl. He searched the dark forest and found her trapped under fallen wood, bleeding and barely alive. The smell of her blood tempted his thirst, but he resisted and lifted her out gently.
"The girl's weak voice trembled as she whispered, 'Please… save me… I want to live… please, sir…' Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was seconds away from death. Bronson had only one choice — either let her die or turn her into one of them. He bit her hand, granting her his blood, and carried her back to the clan.
"When the clan saw her, they were furious. They shouted, 'How could you bring a human here? You've broken our law!' But Bronson said, 'She's no longer human. She's becoming one of us.' The others argued, but he silenced them. 'I am your chief. This is my decision.'
"A few days later, the girl woke up. She opened her eyes to see a small crow perched near her. She smiled weakly and played with it. Then Bronson entered and said, 'You're awake. Good.'
"The girl asked softly, 'Who are you, sir? Where's my mother?'
"Bronson knelt beside her and said, 'I'm Chief Bronson. You can call me Chief. Tell me, little one, what's your name?'
"She said, 'My name is Bellatrix.'
"He asked, 'Why were you in the woods? Where's your mother?'
"Bellatrix's eyes filled with tears. 'Some bad people tried to kill us. My mother hid me in the woods and said she'd come back for me… but she never did.'
"Bronson felt a strange ache in his heart. 'Don't worry. You can stay here now. You're safe.'
"As years passed, Bellatrix grew — beautiful, intelligent, strong. The clan began to despise her more and more. They hated her power, her kindness, her light — everything that made her special. But Bronson loved her like a daughter. To Bellatrix, he was everything.
"One day, she left the forest for the first time. She saw humans — their food, their books, their clothes, their joy. She was fascinated. But she had forgotten one thing — Bronson had forbidden her to leave the forest.
"As she wandered, some men approached her and began to harass her. She warned them, 'Leave me alone. Or you'll regret it.' But they laughed. Bellatrix lifted her hand, ready to strike, when suddenly — a sword flashed before her.
"A man on a horse appeared, eyes sharp as fire. He said coldly, 'Lay one finger on her, and my sword won't show mercy.' The men ran away in fear.
"The man jumped off his horse, his presence calm yet powerful. 'My lady, are you all right? Are you lost?'
"Bellatrix replied softly, 'No… I was just going somewhere.'
"He smiled. 'Then may I know your name?'
"'Bellatrix,' she said. 'And yours?'
"'Damon,' he said with a bow.
"'Thank you for saving me,' Bellatrix said with a faint smile. 'It's getting late. I should go.'
"Damon looked at her one last time and said, 'Then let fate decide if we meet again.'
"They smiled — and walked away, not knowing fate had already tied their destinies together."
Mephisto's voice grew quiet. "That was the beginning, Magnus. But what came after… changed everything."
Magnus stared at him, heart pounding. "Did they end up together? What happened to Chief Bronson? What happened to Damon's kingdom? And how did Bellatrix become the Queen?"
But Mephisto was already spreading his wings. "You'll know when it's time," he said softly — and vanished into the night.
Magnus stood there alone, his head spinning. "What the hell…? My brain's going to explode," he muttered.
The night air felt heavy, and somewhere in the shadows… fate began to move again.
The moon hung low, spilling its pale light across the castle walls. Magnus stood by the balcony, the cold wind biting at his face. His eyes were still wide — haunted by Mephisto's words.
> "She only ever loved one man…"
Those words echoed in his mind again and again, slicing through his thoughts like a blade.
He gripped the railing tightly, his fangs pressing against his lips. "So that's it, huh?" he whispered bitterly. "Even after all this time, she belongs to someone else… someone dead, someone from her past."
His heart twisted painfully. He hated that feeling — jealousy, longing, confusion. He told himself it was anger, but deep inside, it wasn't. It was something darker… something that scared him.
"No," he muttered. "I can't let this control me. She's evil. She's heartless. I'll make her pay for every drop of blood she's spilled."
But even as he said it, a part of him trembled. Because he remembered the way Bellatrix's eyes had looked the last time he saw her — calm, ancient, but carrying a sadness so deep it almost felt human.
"Damn it…" Magnus whispered, pressing his hand to his chest. "Why does my heart hurt whenever I think of her?"
He turned away from the night, shadows wrapping around him like old memories.
If he wanted to uncover the truth, he'd have to get closer to Bellatrix — close enough to read the secrets in her eyes, close enough to feel her heartbeat… if she even had one left.
But he knew what that meant — he would have to play with fire. And fire never loved anyone.
Magnus smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Fine," he said softly. "If fate wants a game… I'll play it. But this time, I'll be the one who wins."
Far above, the moonlight trembled over the castle — as if even the heavens feared what was about to unfold.