Ignoring everyone in his path, Silas stormed through the front doors and went straight towards the painting that blocked the entrance of the legacy room.
Once inside, he dashed past every portrait and chest on the way, only stopping at the very end where a specific, more isolated chest sat, gathering no dust for the spell prevented it as it was meant to.
It wasn't a key that allowed him to unlock the silver adorned crate but his own blood yet again.
Inside, nestled among cushy velvet sheets, rested an imposing sword, also vermeil from the point all the way up to its pommel.
The vampire picked it up with much care, attention and patience he lacked in all of his dealings throughout the previous hours.
Holding it up before himself, his diamonds took the initiative to study every inch of it, especially the blade as it would soon serve its purpose. One it hadn't enacted in over a century thus the tending to it desperately required.
