It had been several weeks since the last time meeting the blonde haired and fiery eyed/ice beauty. Hans had to admit to himself several times that she had a fire in her that he had not seen in some time. It was intriguing to him to see how she reacted to each words spoken from his lips, furthermore, how she was not easily seduced as most with his charms. This made it more of a hunt for him, which was more of a thrill than he had in centuries. The Blood Warlock knew that now it was more important to find out the truth as to how the families that were so powerful both in Russia and Germany had been split apart. The two families known for centuries in the countries that they lived for power and wealth, but also were the families that shaped both countries.

There was not much time left to find out the truth before the trail went cold. Hans knew that perhaps with the abilities that both he and Nikita possessed that there might be a chance to make it easier to find out the truth. After all, he disliked the fact that someone was able to get one over his own family and nearly destroy it. Time was always a gift or a curse for someone who was immortal. Of course, those within the Ut in Veteribus coven were not vampires or werewolves, but witches and warlocks. Those within the founding families reached a level of magic that caused them to be able to be immortal.

Taking a deep breath, the Blood Warlock decided to make his way to Russia. He knew that if he told either of his sisters then they could possibly stop him. His daughter well she was in her own world causing chaos among the witchy youth of Germany. Freya was certainly his daughter, there was no denying that even though he had tried to deny her when he first learned about her. Hans was always the most stubborn, but deep down he could tell that Freya was his daughter. If needed the Germanic warlock could easily be found by his family while he was out and of course he left a note for them to find at one time or another of where he would be going.

Once he knew there was no more stalling, Hans made a portal with his own blood in his office, “Bring mich nach Russland und zur Familie Novikov” (Take me to Russia and the Novikov family); he said in German with his thick Germanic accent. He knew Latin and other languages of the ancient world, but always chose to speak German when he said most spells. The only ones that he spoke in the languages of old were those that required him to. However, in any case their air began to swirl in his office and slowly a circle began to form on the ground opening with a dark light within it.  Hans looked around, took one step towards the portal, and fell right into it allowing it to take him to the location. 

The portal closed quickly behind him as it pulled him through it and opened on the other side. As if he had just taken that first step, the Blood Warlock stepped onto the steps of the large Novikov estate. It had been centuries since he had step even a toe on the grounds of the Russian found family estate, yet to him it did not seem to change so much. There was only a bit of burnt walls and some crumbled brinks piled up where the Russian people had charged the grounds in the Romanov dynasty of ruling. He could still hear the shouting of everything that had happened that night even if he was not there. The only reason why the Novikov family’s home was even targeted was because they were in the government and closed to the family, though many of the lower class did not know that the Novikov family had always been closed to all the ruling families of Russian since the time of putting Ivan the Terrible upon the throne. However, that tragedy was not that had caused such devastation to the family. No, they made it out of the coo that overthrew the Romanov family and killed those who bore that name that sat upon the throne. 

The devastation that Hans was there for was the one that ended up splitting the family up. Children had been taken from their parents and split from their siblings. Twins even if they had a connection to each other no where near each other. This same issue had fallen upon the Anhalt family. It took moons for them all to come together and still it was unknown who was truly behind it. Hans did not want to bring into the fold of the Tenebris family, who were the eldest among the three founding. The reason was his family was the youngest family and the Novikov was the middle family. He had something to prove, and it was not something that they needed to handle. At least not yet for as far as he knew they were not affected by this tragedy.   

He took a deep breath, turning his attention to the large doors then knocked hard upon them. It was so hard that it would be annoying but hard enough that even those in the back of the estate could hear it. All he hoped was that Dimitri did not answer the door, though he would be polite it was known the two men disliked each other. Hans still felt that Dimitri seduced his innocent angelic sister. Yes, he gained his niece Mila, but still he was a brother after all. The Blood Warlock leaned up against large pillars that held up the balcony that looked out on the entrance of the estate. “I hope she isn’t cold” he stated knowing that he had not announced that he was coming. But the Germanic warlock tended to act before thinking and always enjoyed making an entrance.