Chapter #69The head of the Silvermoons, Joseph Silvermoon by: thegreatrizzo   Amy takes you up and through stairways and hallways over various sizes. At the end of the trek, a thick wooden door stands before you. Amy turns around to face you.
“Master Joseph is a very wise and caring man. He has researched the realm of darkness for years and those who are tied to it. He has the deepest understanding of how succubi work. He is also very understanding of our plight. It would be good to listen to his words as truth.” Amy praised Sarah’s uncle greatly. She had high regard for him. “I ask that you don’t do anything rigorous with him. He is older than he looks.”
“I will listen to what he says and make sure not to play tag with him.” You tried to be a little bit funny but you got a stink eye in return. “Sorry.” You realized that it probably wasn’t a good idea to joke with Amy about Uncle Joe.
“Alright, now that we got that out of the way.” She put the joke in the past. “You can greet Master Joseph.” Amy turned around to knock on the door.
Boom boom boom.
The knocking echoed.
“Master Dwayne is here, like you requested.”
“Thank you, Amy. Please send him in.” Uncle Joe replied.
Amy bows and pushes the door to lead you in.
Orange light dances from a small fireplace to the side of the room. Day has turned to night from a window behind a solid wooden desk, antique yet sturdy. A grandfather ticks away with solid rhythm noting its craftsmanship. There are several bookshelves filled with books, holding knowledge of this world and otherworldly things. The room appears to be appropriately sized for a normal person compared to the rest of the mansion. The mansion seemed to be designed for larger people from what you have seen. The high ceiling makes you think that this room is still made for large people.
“Please, take a seat.” A handsome man motions for a chair in front of the desk.
The handsome man was sitting behind the desk, opposite from the one he offered. He wore a casual business suit, neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair, and a nicely maintained beard, giving him an atmosphere of one whose mind was sharper than double edged sword, despite age dulling the body. His eyes gave him a sense that he gained immense wisdom through blood, sweat, and tears, able to debate with the greatest minds.
“It is great to finally meet the man Sarah is infatuated with. She wants to be with you whenever she can and makes it known to the rest of us. I can see why.” Uncle Joe greets you as you walk over to the chair. He stands up and offers his hand once you are at the desk. “Joseph Silverman, great uncle to Sarah Heartman,” continining the greeting.
You take his handshake. “Dwayne Kenders, nice to meet you as well.” It is a firm handshake but there are signs that he doesn’t have as much strength as his body denotes. “Does Sarah really talk a lot about me?”
“She sure does.” Uncle Joe grinned. “She was very excited to learn that she could talk with you through daydreams. She was tapping her toes for you to daydream of her.” He then motioned again for the chair. “Please, sit.” You obliged and he sat down as well. “I remember my old days making young girls swoon over me. At last those days are gone, I mostly have rich, old widows eyeing me.”
You didn’t need that picture.
“You must have been a player in your younger days.”
“Oh, I was.” Uncle Joe reminiscence about his youth. “All the girls wanted to hangout with me, college girls too. It infuriated the other boys that were bigger, stronger, and wealthier than me. It just so happened that the blood in my family gave me a benefit as well.”
“Does succubus blood work in males?” You were curious about that. You imagine Sarah having a younger brother or by chance you and Sarah having a son. How would that work out?
“It works similar to having incubus blood but you can never make it work as you want as it can’t settle within you. I have tried.” Uncle Joe tone switched to one of lamenting, like there was something he couldn’t fully grasp. He then went back to his happy tone quickly. “The blood gives me low bewitching powers and a youthful appearance. I bet you can’t guess my age.”
You stared intently at the old man’s face. There are a few wrinkles and more coming but not a lot. He looks sharp even with the beginning signs of age.
“I would peg you to be in your late 50s”
Uncle Joe giggled. “I am actually in my late 70s. I tried to give you a hint.” He put his hands together and leaned forward. “I have to remind myself of that too. I believe that I am still young at times but my joints remind me that is not the case. My health keeps me in check from physical folly.”
“So that is why Amy said earlier not to do anything very rigorous. She was worried that you would play along and hurt yourself.”
“Did she really?” Uncle Joe leaned back, scratching his beard. He was acting as if he knew she would say that but feigned that he didn’t know. Amy had left the room earlier. “She always did have a soft spot for me. She looks out for me a lot. She would probably take up nursing if Betsy didn’t do it for Harold. I have to thank Betsy as well. I have lost how many times she has staved off death for me.”
“Betsy mentioned going into nursing for her husband. Is that Harold?” You were 95% percent sure that was the case.
“Sure is. He was frail from an autoimmune disease. Betsy sought him out on a suggestion I made. After a while, she saw his character through his suffering and fell in love with that. She went into nursing to be with him as long as possible.” Uncle Joe sighed. “It is very much a lovely story. I didn’t see it playing out the way it did. Their love remained true to the bitter end. They have a lovely daughter as proof.”
“That is such a sweet story. I am glad that they found happiness. I am very glad that they had Sarah. I would have loved to have met Harold.” Sarah’s dad sounds like a great guy. She seemed to admire him.
“I am sure you would. He was kind and had a knack for finding the true intention of people. That is why he turned Betsy down at first. Betsy was mad.” Joe looked to the corner, probably picturing his niece’s reaction to Harold's rejection.
You couldn’t believe anyone would turn Betsy down. Even before becoming a succubus, Betsy was hot. “Why did Harold turn her down at first?”
“Harold seemed to know that Betsy wasn’t prompted by her feelings but by my words. Betsy became infuriated that she decided that she would learn his nerd stuff. In turn, she found a fun and truly caring person. From there, it blossomed into an authentic love for him.” He then motioned for you to come in closer. You did and he whispered. “Don’t tell Betsy that I told you. She likes to be dramatic about it. I skipped over a rivalry she had with a classmate for him to keep it short.”
“I won’t tell her.” You whisper back. You were guessing that it was Andrea. The old succubus friend of Betsy.
“That is good, my man. It is best to stay on her good side for now, especially now.” Uncle Joe went back into his chair. He was referencing that Betsy was a berserker class. That is probably a class that you do not want to make angry. “Now that we have the story part out of the way. We can talk about what I have to do in Harold’s place.”
“What is that?” That was an interesting turn of events. What was Uncle Joe talking about?
Uncle Joe’s face became dead serious. It was the look of an angry professor finding you with a cheat sheet someone gave you. It was a sea captain waking up grumpy to find that his first mate had been sailing the ship the wrong way to doom the crew. It was a dad cocking a shotgun after bringing her daughter back past curfew.
“Why are you interested in my grandniece?”
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