I am in legacies

While Jacob was spacing put due to memory recall, Hope saw him and "Jacob! Hey Jacob" she called again.

"Huh?, what's up" Jacob jogged back as he saw Hope looking at him, His gaze sharpened as he snapped out of his trance, blinking away the cascade of grim memories. He muttered, noticing Hope standing in front of him with her arms crossed, her piercing glare fixed on him. The intensity of her look practically screamed, "You better tell me what you know like your life depends on it"

Jacob chucked at that glare, it was hot!. 'Damn, why does it feels like I'm turning into a pervert whenever I'm around Her'. He thought, shaking his head to clear the inappropriate musings.

But his thoughts weren't easily dismissed, and the weight of the story he'd just pieced together pressed down on him again. His voice was steady but grave as he began, "Alright, Hope. Dont look at me like that"

'Is dangerous' He mumbled

"Huh?!"... Hope tilted her head in a strange angle.

"AHAHAAHA" the Necromancer laughed his ass off. "Boy!, though you are an annoying little speck, you do remain me of my old and youth days, when I was the cry of girls, the most popular and elegant prince of charm there's ever been, I was th...."

"Shut it dead Face" Dr Saltzman came in and looked at Jacob.

"SON, Tell us what you know" he said.

Jacob took a deep breath and started recounting what the old man had told him, layered with fragments he'd read in ancient texts. "The vampires... they were the start of it all." He started.

......

Jacob's voice was strained as he recounted what he knew. His eyes darted between Hope and the Necromancer, piecing together memory fragments of the chaos time he'd learned about during his apprentice years.

"They were stronger, faster, and—most terrifying of all—hungrier than anything the world had ever seen.They feed and feed they did, on anything even their own kind. Their hunger was insatiable. But," Jacob paused, his voice dropping to a grave tone, "that was only the beginning. Their existence marked the start of a chaos so devastating it nearly tore the supernatural world apart and threatened to open the dimensional door completely."

The cell seemed to darken with his words, the weight of history pressing down on all who listened.

"With the creation of such abominations born of dark arts, other supernatural beings began to see the potential of dark magic," Jacob continued. "Once they tasted it, they were corrupted, consumed by greed, blinded by power. The delicate balance the Four Nobles worked so hard to maintain was shattered. Each clan turned on the others, vying for dominance. Amidst the plague of vampires, the entire supernatural world descended into chaos. It was kill or be killed."

The Necromancer tilted his head with a cruel smile, clearly enjoying the retelling of such destruction, while Hope's brow furrowed, her frustration giving way to unease. And the was a bit of anger

'Why is it always my family, the vallians and abominations' she thought but also a little helpless

"Because of this... cancer," Jacob spat the word, "the witches were blamed. They were hunted, burned alive by vengeful supernaturals and underground forces who sought retribution for what the vampires had done. But witches aren't known for forgiveness." Jacob's voice grew harder. "The witches weren't just going to sit back and take it—they cursed their enemies and the world form left to right, curses flying all over the place. That's where the infamous Moon Curse came from, the one that shackled the Royal Wolf Clan. The Warlocks? They were cursed to be consumed by their own knowledge, driving themselves mad with the very magic they sought to master. And humans? Their curse was simple: their emotions. Greed, jealousy, hatred—it consumed them, turning them against themselves."

The was silence between them, it was thick,depressing but also very presidential, but it was broken only by the faint rustle of Hope flipping through her book, her face pale as the words sank in.

"The war raged on," Jacob continued, pacing now as his memories sharpened. "and the damage was catastrophic. The barriers between realms weakened. Otherworldly beings began to seep through in—whispering into the hearts of mortals.That's when beliefs were born—gods and angels, Satan and devils, Evil gods and demons.

Entire belief systems were born from that era of chaos, as humanity tried to make sense of the madness. Good versus evil, heaven and hell... it all started then.The chaos twisted the world into something unrecognizable, a place of fear and madness."

Jacob's voice cracked slightly as he approached the conclusion. "Eventually, the Four Noble Families saw the full extent of the destruction. They realized their only chance to save what remained of their world was to unite. Together, they formed an alliance, a last-ditch effort to enforce order. They built an organization—a beacon of control in a world spiraling into darkness. Its purpose? To monitor all supernatural beings, to hold them accountable, to judge and destroy those who posed a threat to the fragile peace."

Hope leaned in, her voice a whisper. "Malivore."

Jacob nodded, his expression heavy. "Malivore. It was their creation—a system designed to prevent the horrors of the past from ever returning. And it worked. For a time, the world grew quiet again. They hid the supernatural realm from humans, ensuring the two worlds would never collide."

The Necromancer's low chuckle broke the stillness. "A valiant tale, boy," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "But tell me, did you really think the precious Malivore ever truly erase the chaos? Or did it simply bury it beneath layers of lies and secrecy?"

Jacob shot him a glare but said nothing, his mind too preoccupied with the implications of what he'd just remembered.

"At least, that's what I learned," Jacob muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "From the old man... and the books."

Hope straightened, her expression unreadable. "If Malivore was supposed to stop this kind of chaos, then why does it feel like it's starting all over again?" her hand instinctively tightening around the book she was holding.

Jacob pressed on, "Malivore was the last hope of the Four Clans. They separated the supernatural world from the human one, hiding it from sight. They built a fragile peace, but the cost was steep. So much was lost—knowledge, history, people. And now…"

Jacob trailed off, his gaze drifting to the Necromancer, who was watching the conversation with a sinister smirk. "Now, if Malivore's name is coming up again, it means something went wrong. Really wrong."

He looked back at Hope, his voice softer but resolute. "That's everything I know. But if this is connected to Malivore, we're in deeper trouble than we ever thought."

Jacob didn't answer. The truth was, he didn't know. But as the echoes of the past seemed to stir once more, he felt a sinking certainty that their fragile peace was unraveling, and the answers they sought might come at a cost they weren't ready to pay.