"Wandering into someone's mind is not a thing you should be doing. You might regret what you find." , thought Lycrios. "I too have telepathic powers, but much less than your kin. Still, this picture you showed me is intriguing...I might have seen him before. But be aware, that what you may find on your path to him may bring you nothing but eternal sadness. I have seen many of your kind fall to my blade, and if his face is known to me, than he too might be one of the unlucky." He paused. He knew that she was aware that there might be a chance that her father was dead, but the feeling of someone saying such things to you with such an indifferent tone was always a lot to bear. "But, he might have been spared, for I only hunted down the offspring of a single vampire."
The telepathic bond was then broken, and Yaminah almost fell back. The feeling she had felt all of a sudden was almost too much to take. Such strong hate. She had felt hate before, but never on such a scale. She knew that her link only let her feel a part of the true feeling, and if this was but a mere glimpse of the hate boiling within Lycrios, it was truly a grand one. A hate which must have grown for centuries. She then heard a voice in her head. "I still inforce that you leave me be, I may not lead you to your father, but death will certainly fall upon you again if you wish to bother me further."
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