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Chapter Twelve: Dilectus
We sat on that balcony for hours. Elsbeth has told me her life as a seer, how hard it was for her to keep her distance from Rikkard and why she was able to conceive me. Apparently, vampires have something they call Dilectus. A soulmate, their beloved... Someone made to complete them. Only one, for the rest of the eternity. A lover to make eternal life less unbearable. They could only conceive with their Dilectus, and that is the only reason our kind has so little members. Many vampires were to be discovered throughout the world. It was only 50 years from now that technology was able to help our kind to find one another, and luckily, our community was growing by the minute. Asten’s job was no game, he was in charge of seeking news all over the world about people with our abilities.
Since I was a hybrid, being born from a seer and a normal vampire, there were many things I could be, or do. I could inherit my mother’s power, or not at all. By telling her about the dreams I had
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