I am in legacies

"Hey! ...Hey!!" snapped Hope, her voice cutting through the Necromancer's theatrics. "Quit talking in riddles." She took a deep breath, steadying herself before continuing. "Speak clearly. Where the hell are these creatures coming from, and who's controlling them? And... and why do they want the knife?"

The Necromancer's face twisted into a look of exaggerated offense, his hand pressed to his chest as though deeply wounded. "Control me? Ha!" He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "No one can ever control the Almighty Necromancer!" He spread his arms dramatically, as if expecting applause.

Hope rolled her eyes. "Enough with the theatrics. Just give us a straight answer for once."

The Necromancer grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, but where's the fun in that, Hope Mikaelson? You want answers, yet you lack the patience for the dance." He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "As for the creatures, well… let's just say there are forces at play that even I would hesitate to provoke. Forces that have their own agendas—and they seek the knife because it holds the key to much darker things."

Hope's eyes narrowed, frustration mixing with curiosity. "What kind of darker things?"

She reached for a book lying open on the table, flipping through the pages with hurried precision. Her finger halted on an image—an emblem, stark and simple. She turned the book toward the Necromancer, her gaze sharp. "Does this have anything to do with it?" she asked, her voice tense.

The Necromancer stepped forward, a slow and deliberate pace as if savoring the moment. His hands, blackened and gnarled like twisted bone, reached out to caress the emblem, tracing its lines as though he could feel the darkness pulsing beneath the ink.

"Yes, Yes." he mumbled, a sinister edge in his tone. "Just as I suspected. The ultimate Hell… the most existential nightmare, MALIVORE"

At the mention of that name, Jacob's attention snapped to the book. His eyes narrowed in recognition, and an uneasy shudder coursed through him. Some knowledge he learned during his apprentice years started to surface.

"Did you just say Malivore?" he asked, his voice echoing sharply in the dim cell. His expression solemn, according to what he was told by the old man. Isn't Malivore an organization of the 4 nobles?!.

Jacob's mind raced, memories of ancient tales surfacing. The Four Nobles—powerful families who had long once ruled the supernatural world at the peak of magic, where mana was first introduced into this realm. The four families were made out of– first, The cave of witches. Second, The Royal Wolf Clan. Third, The Warlock Chest. And lastly The Ancient Royal family of human Sages, The Pentradrahon Clan, also known as spirit dwellers. 

This four clans were known to keep the supernatural world…..Hell, the entire whole world at peace. The witches followed the laws of nature, they sworn to them. They offered their gifts to heal the weak and uphold justice. The Wolf Clan served as valiant defenders, battling against supernatural monsters so they couldn't massacre villages, kept forests safe And protected. The warlocks were known for their alchemy skills and their knowledge of ancient. They used to treat all sort of illness and curses. They studied ancient scrolls and everything that has to so with magic. They developed many spells,  most of the well known spells today are from the warlocks chest. 

And then there were The Spirit dwellers who were the most mysterious Clan of them all. Although most of them couldn't do magic but they were blessed with unique abilities, prophecy, some, their blood were special, with special properties like to heal incurable diseases, break ancient curses, some were able to communicate with otherworldly beings — spirits. It was through this clan that the world knew that there are many realms beside earth. The first Clan to ever warn the world against Gods — divine beings!. 

Jacob also read somewhere that their King, king Arthur, was a love product between a Human mother and a God. Hence he was far stronger than any supernatural creature. Heck, even dragons would run as soon as they saw him pull out his sword. He – was a menace, a thing of terror!

According to the old man, the start of Chaos, besides the invasion of the otherworldly beings, began when a certain cave of witches defied nature and conjured something unnatural—created an abomination creature known as the Vampire. 

A thing of monstrosity, a Fucken Anathema. A creature that is both dead yet more alive than ever. A predator that feeds on live itself yet never sated. Vampires! They spread like a plague, infecting the world. With each new vampire born left a trail of slaughter in its wake, draining villages dry and laying waste to humanity, thousands of lives were massacred, Villages fed upon!