The Duke's Passion

Chapter 663  The seven deadly sins

"I mean it. If one of the Grimsbanne died, we will all die, Samael."

Samael furrowed his brows, propping his elbow on the grass to assist himself to sit up. He then raised his head, cocking his head to the side while Tilly squatted down.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, out of plain curiosity. "I understand our situation is bad, but you never told us that if one of us died, we'll all die. Are you saying our lives are connected to each other?"

Tilly glanced at him before her eyes fell on the grass. She then drew circles on the grass with her index.

"No. I'm not saying if one of us died, we'll all die automatically. However, dying also meant our enemies found a way to exterminate all of us," she explained, drawing seven holes underneath the grass. "The blood of Grimsbanne was special, and three of us: Marsella, Abel, and Tilly, had lived four times than your age. They called us Originals for a reason."

She paused and raised her eyes to Samael. "Even the generations after us, you've survived up until now because you're one of the chosen seeds. So, even your children, although young, are stronger than most pureblooded vampires."

"Basically, even if it's a hundred against one, they will still struggle?" he asked despite knowing this through experience already. Tilly nodded as an answer. "Although I am confident my victories are because of my experience, I cannot deny that my abilities played a huge factor in those barbaric days. But you're right. If they managed to take one of us, it'll be troublesome."

"Glad you understand my worries about not enjoying my youth just yet."

"Honestly, although I understand, I wouldn't care that much." Samael shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring her ridiculous reasoning. "I mean, if not for Lilou and my children, I wouldn't really care about this. However, my wife is somewhere under the same sky, and my children… Law is with me, but Sunny…" he sighed once again at the thought of his daughter.

"How can you leave her alone? I know she's more than capable of protecting herself because she's smart, but she's still my daughter and I am still her father. I will always worry about my daughter."

"I understand."

Samael looked heavenward, sighing for the umpteenth time. "I miss my wife and my daughter."

"It's good that they don't feel the same." He frowned at her blunt response, setting his eyes back to Tilly. "In that case, you're the only one who has to endure the pain of separation."

"Tilly, I understand Lilou wouldn't reciprocate my longing because she doesn't have her memories. However, how are you certain Sunny won't be waiting for me?"

"Because I raised Sunny." She blinked twice, keeping her classic emotionless countenance.

"What do you mean? We are all there to guide her." His frown grew worse. "But well, I can't really deny your claim. Of all the people she could be fond of, she somehow idolized you and Fabian."

He sighed once again, running his hand through his hair. Unlike his son, Law, who was greatly influenced by Rufus' and Lilou's kindness and moral way of living, Sunny was the complete opposite. Although his daughter wasn't vicious, she was developing a character that could send a chill down one's spine. She got along well with Tilly and Fabian, which was way more concerning.

"By the way, Tilly, you said you don't remember a lot of things regarding the past. But you seemed to have remembered something. Is that the reason you came to me?" asked Samael after a minute of silence, knowing Tilly would rather enjoy her snacks inside than accompany him. "Care to share what's in your head? You should, though. Knowing you might forget the important details again."

"Right…" Tilly nodded, recalling the reason she came out to join him. However, when her lips parted, no words came out.

"What?"

"I… forgot."

"…"

Samael pinched the bridge of his nose, rendered speechless by her personality.

"Tilly, I hadn't met your siblings, but are they also like you?" he asked, raising his pair of helpless eyes on her. "I mean, it's better to know beforehand if they were the type we can rely on or not."

"They're not like me, that's for sure." She asserted while looking at him straight in the eyes. "They're worse."

"…"

Once again, Samael was rendered speechless by her answer. Tilly had mentioned the other Originals a few times. However, she hadn't delved deep into the subject. Aside from the fact that they were powerful individuals, who, for their own reasons, just like Samael's mother, left the mainland years back.

"If that is the case, doesn't this mean we're in trouble as well?" he inquired in a dead tone. "I mean if they're worse than you, doesn't that mean they might or they might not care about this brewing problem regarding our bloodline?"

He paused and pondered about it, putting himself in their shoes. "If I am in their position and I lived that long, I will probably die out of boredom. I only lived for a thousand years, and if I hadn't met Lilou, I would've hanged myself after traveling the world to end it. Being powerful and invincible at the same time is like the best and the worst combination of all." He looked at Tilly with a knowing expression.

"I'm losing hope for your siblings, Tilly."

"They're not my hope in the first place." She answered. "I simply need to remember something from them."

"Ahh… now that I think about it, that's what you said back then. What is it?"

Tilly pursed her lips before she smacked them. "I will know when I see them."

"Goodness…" he shook his head and sighed, collapsing on his back once again with his arms spread open. "No offense, Tilly, but I think this is the reason your siblings left you in that mansion."

"It's not my fault I'm adventurous."

"Just what sort of dictionary do you used to think you're adventurous?"

"Fabian told me I am."

"Don't listen to him. He says anything when he needs something."

"Ahh…" Samael thought Tilly understood his opinions, but to his dismay, her next remarks were about something else. "Now I remember why I came to you."

"Please, just tell me before you forget about it."

This time, Tilly went silent as she gazed at the seven holes she doodled beneath the inched-tall grass. "It's about the prophecy of the seven seeds."

His brow arched, glancing at her. "Seven seeds?"

"Mhm. The seven seeds." She nodded before adding, "the prophecy of the seven deadly sins."