The Morning incident
28th January /2025 /morning
Organist Blake plays the pipe organ in the throne room, while his wife Elena Blake is standing on the left-hand side of her husband, doing her role well as an audience and his pipe organ assistant, and Merlin is sitting on the right-hand side of Organist Blake. Balthazar is walking into the throne room with me, no, sorry, I am not walking, more like being turned into a children-friendly adorable pink dragon by Balthazar, and right now being held in Balthazar’s arm along with my IKEA stuffed toy shark as Balthazar is sitting on his throne at the downstairs of the throne room, listening to them playing Handel’s passacaglia HWV432. In the room, there is also William the vampire butler, Alexander the General and Maxim Horvat, the vampire king of Russia and Hungary (also a human sorcerer), along with every member of our enormous coven.
As Organist Blake plays Asturias (Leyenda), Balthazar puts me on a table next to his throne, like placing an adorable cherished doll on a nice cushion. Finally, after a round of applause from the audience, Balthazar turned me back into a human and let me sit on my throne as his dad was playing Paganini: Pedal Variations by Sir George Thalben-Ball (a pipe organ piece that is completely played by only two legs of an organist, it is an adoption a part of a very famous and difficult violin piece “Caprice no 24” composed by Paganini, just remember not to try it on piano with hands to do the glassando, sweeping the keys, I tried, it's painful).
I am still with excitement wearing my red-gold two-side Lunar New Year Jacket, still letting the gold colour side face the outside. As for a safety measure to deal with, my magic is stronger than the rest of the sorcerers and easier to cause unnecessary risk, I still wear the emerald ring that can let my magic in check instead of my normal sorcerer ring that normally allows sorcerers' magic became easier to project.
After this mini-concert, Balthazar starts teaching for today’s sorcery class while the rest of the sorcerers are listening and comparing their teaching methods from different perspectives. Sun Lok and the two vampires, Balthazar‘s vampire butler William and General Alexander, are also listening even though they know the spells that are going to be taught today. Organist Blake is still practising his playing skills.
As Baltazar is teaching,“ the Spell of anti-possession is just a side help, the most important thing is confidence and willingness to be helped by others, if one doesn’t want to be free, nobody can help ”, a rude man who is a warlock enters and just shout “such awful music, a big monster with the sound of medieval time” (Merlin, even standing upstairs watching the pipe organ laughing with Minnie together: the man gets it wrong, more like a Baroque period).
Organist Blake just plays his newly learnt piece Mozart K231 Leck mich im Arsch (the famous music that Mozart composed so that he can be fired by his annoying boss, the last Prince Boship of Salzburg) expresses his non-pleasant, while Fanger violinist Hitomi Miyazawa and Takeo Omura the Fanger luthier (violin maker) (they are both from Kiva Rider, two character cares music and their violin more than their life ) instantly black face, for they as musicians and music instruments maker cannot bear people do such insult to music. They fear that Oganist Blake is just too deep into the music and might be unarmed, so they go to the floor of the pipe organ, ready to offer him protection.
Me and Sun Lok, in Cantonese: his accent says he is from our “ Great” motherland.
Balthazar just looks up to the organ; he sees his father is a bit not pleasant but still with stable emotion, so he just carries on with his class, for he knows the constant rule that “The Fanger Queen Maya will always look after all of the Fangers” as he also sees the fingers are still in peace.
The warlock just looks at the Organist Blake. And his voice, rich with disdain, echoes through the chamber. "What a ludicrous contraption," he sneers, gesturing at the gleaming pipes. "Fit for a room full of dusty relics, not a bastion of power like this. And speaking of relics, I've heard your entire lineage is nothing but a sorry bunch of sorcerers, fumbling in the shadows of true power." He pauses, a smug smile playing on his lips, watching the Organist's reaction with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Or perhaps," he continues, "you're all just a bunch of charlatans, hiding behind the façade of your so-called 'noble' lineage."
The organist now stops playing but looks at the mirror that is above the sheet music stand of the organ (the mirror usually lets the organist watch the conductor of the orchestra and reply to him with a simple sentence, “ I am a vampire and sorcerer that have nothing to hide from God” The rose window ( the circle object on church walls ) on the wall above the pipe organ’s highest pipe at that moment seems shin much brighter. Balthazar told me that the Blake placed it in their throne room more as a gesture to hide their magical creatures' identity from human politics during all the old ages but also a reminder to all Blakes that even as a sorcerer or vampire or any magical creature still need to be a good person and do no evil despite the fact of race or religion.
The Rude Man scoffs, his eyes roaming the grandiose room, taking in the gleaming marble, the intricate tapestries, and the ornate gold accents. "This... this is what you call a bastion of power?" He spits, his voice echoing disdainfully off the high ceilings. "It's nothing but a glorified tomb for the undead, dressed up in religious garb to hide your pathetic need for sanctity!"
This very line said by the Rude warlock lit up the fire of anger within Organist Blake. The organist, in anger, still with control, takes off his organ shoes, passes them to his wife, and turns into his full ghost vampire king form. Neither Elena Blake nor Merlin could stop him at all. As Organist Blake leaves the bench and starts walking to the stairs, his body becomes taller and pale. Red energy is stirring around him, and as the energy strings around him, his skin and clothes become a red transcalent. As he walks up the stairs, his clothes change from 18th-century nobles' clothing into armour with a cloak, and the sword Nightmare Rhapsody is in his hand. The Late Vampire King's hands are unlike other vampires' long pointed fingers; his nails are still short but defiantly sharp, for he always uses a nail cutter to tidy his nails (writer's quick note: my experience as a pianist tells that fresh cut fingernails are always sharper than uncut long nails). Finally, a growl escapes from Organist Blake's lips as he is floating down the stairs, his fangs slowly growing out from his gums.
Organist Blake is very sure that his anger is at his peak, but he knows there are too many people in this room that if he starts a fight, lots of them will get hurt,t especially Becky and Rinko such mortals. So he just left the room. Seeing Organist Blake leaving the throne room, Fanger violinist Hitomi Miyazawa and Takeo Omura, the Fanger luthier,r also leave the room in a protest, along with the Fanger Queen Maya and her family, a fanger son, a human husband and another hybrid son. This group of the Fangers seems to have an agreement of never tolerance anyone insult music itself with harmful words.
After most of the musicians leave the throne room, The rude man just adds, “That old man is a just with powerful look but weak”.
“Don’t mistake my father’s mercy as weak”, Balthazar said in a polite but icy tone.
The rude man now turns his attention to Balthazar’s family: his wife Veronica, his two apprentices, me and David, and finally, Balthazar’s Master Merlin. “what kind of …people we have here, all not talented as me and dark magic practice guy… and the old man here…disgusting clothes…”
“Hey, that's Myrrdin Wyllt Emerys, did your parents teach you to be nice to others?Where are your basic respect?” I said.
“Shut Up.” the warlock said.
Horvath at Balthazar with a nod to each other, they see anger in each other’s eyes, not hate for themselves, but hate for that man. The two might be enemies for years, but both love Veronica and Minnie. The room is getting a few degrees colder, and my beloved uncles are all gone.
Balthazar is now in his full vampire king armour (without his wings this time) and with his sword Midnight’s edge in his hand. His vampire aura is present, there is dark mist spread out from him, and he looks menacing, I know it’s no longer Balthazar Blake but Draco Noctrumal in front of me.
Horvath just said with anger to the warlock: I, Maxim Horvath, betrayed Merlin and non-directly killed him. Perhaps here, not all believe that I have the right to say the following due to my record, but: I never insult him with words. You, little boy, are worse than me, and I feel upset to see Sun Lok and Minnie’s country’s people speak and act in such a bad manner, now I know why they decided to join us, the US UK coven, but not the China coven. There is a difference between some culturally Chinese and others in Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan and overseas Chinese in terms of behaviour and upbringing.
Maxim Horvath speaks as his normally black suit is turned into candy red, and his cane is turned back into a long sword. I see the two vampire king’s eyes lock on the man, and I know this is not going to end well. The two vampire kings now again nod to each other and give a nod to Morgana and Merlin, expressing something that only they understand. Soon, Balthazar stays, and Horvath goes to my side.
The Rude Man starts to cast a couple of spells, but his hands are shaking due to the vampire king’s aura, and the spells simply can’t function properly. The man with the name “Dragon of the Night” walks to him, “ I don’t want my place with such bad people in it, leave or you shall know what a Blake could do!”
The warlock takes it as a challenge: I don’t fear you, freak!
The duel starts with the warlock castling different spells, but each is either absorbed by Balthazar’s magic, or its direction is turned due to Balthazar’s sorcerer magic. I stand aside, listening to Horvath praising Balthazar’s skill and justice: Minnie, your master is still a good man, even as the vampire king…facing a sorcerer just using sorcerer magic, facing a vampire will always just use vampire magic…that’s a thing I can never do.
“did you just praise him,uncle Horvath?”
“yes, don’t tell him, please”
There is one more bolt from the warlock tackling the piano at the side of the throne, Horvath’s anger rises again to its peak and joins the fight, he holds his sword and skillfully casts some curses on the warlock and efficiently slides away, for he knew that this is balthazar’s fight for it happens in the house of the Blake. I also notice that Organist Blake has already entered the room again, in his human form.
After a few spells, it seems that Draco Notrumal has played enough, he now lets some chains lock the rude man up and says to himself what way he can use to torture the invader. He put his Midngiht’s Edge back into the scabbard, rushed to the rude warlock, drank a sip of the rude warlock’s blood and wanted to kill him with his gaze. William and Alexander pull Balthazar’s back as Maxim Horvath and Organist Blake push Balthazar from his front, the late vampire king even stands in front of his son, blocking the view of Balthazar’s eyes so that it can prevent Balthazar from killing the rude man from his deadly gaze with magic or any another way.
"Your Majesty," William, the vampire butler, says, his voice calm and measured, "He don’t worth it, don’t let it’s blood consume you, at least not now, not yet, my friend." His words are like a cool breeze, trying to douse the flames of anger in the vampire king's eyes.
Alexander, the stoic general, nods in agreement. "Balthazar," he says, his deep voice resonating with authority, "Your title as 'The justice and kind ' is not merely a title. It is a legacy that you have worked hard to maintain. Do not let this warlock tarnish it with unnecessary bloodshed."
Maxim Horvath, his sword unleashed, but his hand is holding the blade while the gem on the handle is pointing to Balthazar, ready to cast any spell on Balthazar so that he won’t do any damage to the rude warlock, approaches the angry vampire king, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and respect. "Balthazar," he says, his tone firm yet understanding, "He really doesn’t worth, he only worth let mosquetio bite him and let him itchy all day long for one whole week."
Organist Blakes let his eyes turn into a very dim green that only Balthazar can sense “my son, remember why I name you Balthazar and all your other names”. The late vampire king in his son’s head echoes a secret message to “ a dragon as a guide, a protector of a king, and a good king. Plus, his blood tastes terrible, I absorbed some as I left the room earlier.
The four of them—William, Alexander, Horvath, and even the Organist who was insulted most in the incident—now form a semi-circle around Balthazar, each one placing their gentle but firm hand on his armour-clad arm. The tension in the room seems to coil tighter, but their touch grounds him, reminding him of who he is and what he stands for. The four all know how strong Balthazar is; they pray that they can barely stop Balthazar if he doesn’t calm himself down. Luckily, Balthazar claimed down, at least he did not do any foolish act, he just held his father’s and Horvath’s shoulders tight and walked away from the chained man.
“Leave now, never return! You come once more, we kill,” said Organist Blake.
“Thanks for your mercy,” the rude warlock said with relief.
“Mercy?” Alexander’s voice boomed through the room, the very air seeming to tremble with his indignation. “What you see is not mercy, warlock. It is the restraint of a king who values his sanity and title more than the satisfaction of ripping you apart limb by limb!”
Horvath stepped closer to the trembling warlock, his eyes a fiery crimson, his fangs bared in a snarl. “Mercy is for those who deserve it. You dare insult our home, our lineage, our music, and our very existence? You shall consider yourself lucky to leave with your life intact!”
"Indeed," William the vampire butler spoke up, his voice as smooth as velvet, "Our king's restraint is a testament to his wisdom and control, not to your insignificance." His words were like a cold knife, slicing through the warlock's pride and leaving him to realise the true gravity of his situation.
When the rude man runs away, Balthazar and Organist Blake take me into Balthazar’s chamber. Once in the chamber, Orgainst Blake and Balthazar Blake ask me if I have some haw flakes (a snack that is being used for children to eat after having liquid bitter Chinese medicine).
“ Really that bitter?” I asked.
“ Yes , can we have also a sip of your blood?” Organist Blake and his son ask together.
“ gently, remember my blood type is rare, and I don‘t want to end up hospital”, I replied.
The two just switch into full form, and each puts a hand on my shoulder and absorbs a little bit of my blood.
After 10 seconds, they slowly let go of their hands on my shoulders. I look at them; they are all calm down now.
“Uncle Blake, are your shoes and legs ok?” I look at Organist Blake, who is barefoot with only socks.
“ It’s fine, my wife is looking after my both pairs of normal shoes and organ shoes”, replied the older vampire king.
“ Father, why did you come back, I thought you just walked away,” asked Balthazar.
“ My son, the moment I sense you switch into full form,I rush back.”
“ Uncle Blake,your magic said yes for a fight, but our actions say no.What makes you be able to walk away?” I asked.
“ For safy of all, you know the rules, Minnie. Don’t you remember the «there are spies, stop the trade» in the film Infernal Affairs (famous HK mob gang film) and God Father’s «a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man» ” The organist replies in a wise and gentle voice.
“ Minnie, I rush back for one more reason, I can bear insult on me,but not on my family, and that includes you.” The former vampire king added.
“ You and Balthazar are all family man.”
“ We are, we all are, and we all” Balthazar replies.
“ Ready to teach or play the musical instrument after the lunch, Maestro? ( Itlian: Master for male and a respectful vocative to orchestra conductor,for all gender in classical music community ) ” I ask both of them.
“ yes,” Balthazar and his father replied.
“minnie, could you ask William, Alxandar, Dave, Sun Lok to come into this room too?You don’t need to come back if you wish , you know about the possession spell already on that day, the day you summoned me into your room in Hong Kong.” “Don’t forgot a group of new voice entered the room as their owners enters the room too. Carter Slade,Johnny Blaze,Danny Ketch , Alejandra Jones ,Robbie Reyes, I know they are here today.”
“sure maestro, I will ask david to join the lesson,along with the rest to this room, and in the mean time, I will play along with the Ikea BLÅHAJ stuff toy shark Balthashark,which name after you in this room,my dear Maestro Balthazar.”