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The following diary contains spoilers on the second season of Codex Venator Napoli.

Chronicles of the Dreamlike Wayfarer

Diaries of Heilsèn Borbone: "Il Covo"

"The sounds and smells of the battlefield, the tension of being constantly in danger: I will never get tired of all this!"
This is what I wrote a few weeks ago, during my first days in Naples. Yet today, for the first time in my life, I participated in a Hunt without experiencing almost any of those emotions that it usually gives me. 
We were still continuing the search to find the culprits of the fire at the port, when we were told this morning that we had to find missing children. 
Ever since I was informed of this mission, strangely, I have not felt any interest in it. I could not understand why, at a time like the one that this city is experiencing, noble hunters should have been interested in such an irrelevant affair (a thought that, even now, generates a certain disgust towards myself). Only when I learned that some of them had noble origins, did I decide to take part in the research.
Fortunately, we were able to find two of the missing children immediately, while they were mysteriously spying on us. When we stopped them, they immediately froze, and fell into a catatonic state. Their appearance was terrible: they were so undernourished that it seemed that only the skin covered their small bones, and part of the flesh on their neck had been violently torn from what appeared to be bites. Analyzing the horrible wounds, we immediately traced them back to those creatures aboard the Imperial ship, which attacked the Colonna a few nights ago on behalf of the Clan (so we recently discovered): Vampires.
We then proceeded to remove some of the influence that the Abominations had placed on the mind of the two children, and immediately afterwards we spotted some creatures moving on the roofs around us. Entrusted the children to servants, we immediately threw ourselves in pursuit, until we reached the Church of Santa Maria la Nova. This place, as I was told, had already been visited by some of the Hunters present, who explored the Crypts months ago, finding themselves in front of to the Vladislav's grave.
I remember having already read that name, in the letter written by Eleonora, which was delivered to Guillaume before my departure. If I'm not mistaken, he was a vampire who tried to find the Blood of San Gennaro, to save the woman he loved. A woman who seems to have found a way to save herself, having met her shortly after, alive and well (although she was clearly an Abomination) within the Church.
In the beginning we only heard his voice, while dozens of rats, escaping from a fog equal to that which surrounded the Imperial ship, closed the door behind us. Elizabeth (this was her name) began to read us a letter found in Vladislav's tomb - and dedicated to him - written by the noble huntress, Donna Isabella of Aragon.
As his words echoed through the aisles of the Church, I felt anger invade my body. Each sentence of that disgusting missive, for reasons that I do not yet understand, expressed a deep compassion for the Vampire. I was about to abandon myself to a blind fury, when even the other "Hunters", in front of the woman now emerged from the fog, rather than taking up arms began to converse with her. I don't deny that I smiled when one of the individuals following Elizabeth, tired of all that chatter, violently hit one of my companions.
I was so happy that the fight had finally started, that my disappointment was enormous when the fight did not live up to my expectations. Unfortunately, in fact, the apparently fearful warrior who stood before us in a few moments found himself on fire, disarmed, and so stunned by our blows, that he could barely stand up. He did not recover an ounce of honor even at the moment of his death: he was killed by his own gun, at the hands of a Sansevero Forgiato. The other two creatures present - Elisabetta and an Arcanist upstairs - were then shot down by the other Hunters, before rescuing the children captive in the Church Crypts.

When the Hunt was over, I was so disappointed and bored by the events of that day that I believed that nothing would lift my spirits. For this reason I could hardly hold back my emotions when we found it that document in the Crypts, just before we leave that place. Inside was the name of the monastery, where the clan holds the blood of San Gennaro, and reading those words, I felt my heart jump with joy.
Even now I feel my body tremble with excitement, at the mere thought that what seemed like an unattainable goal is about to be finally accomplished. With the destruction of the Blood, the Worship can no longer exist, and the mission that has been entrusted to me will be accomplished. Thinking about it, I still can't believe how stupid she has been these days, trying those unnecessary doubts and fears for what I was doing. But now that I have abandoned those fears, now that I no longer have any foolish scruples to stop, I know exactly what I must do! I will do the Will of the Emperor, and finally I ...

(Heilsèn suddenly exploded into a small laugh, interrupted immediately by putting his hand to his mouth. He remains motionless for a few seconds and, suddenly, in the darkness of the room, he sees, as if it were a vision, the encounter he had with the Flame of Vesuvius after the fire at the port.

He hears his own voice, while he exposes to the Commander of the Rosicrucians the doubts he is feeling about the mission, and that have been haunting him for days. She hopes to be comforted by the Woman and to receive advice, or help, to regain faith in the Vision, which is slowly losing. But only violent reproaches come from the Commander. He tightens his arms around his body, forcefully sticking his fingers in the flesh, while the shouts echo in his head. Fear and shame assail her, and the mark on her face starts to burn.

Suddenly, she seems to be inside her villa, after the conversation with the Flame. In the burning fireplace, the blade of his sword is wrapped in flames, and looking at it, he feels the mark burning more and more. He sees his own hand grasping the hilt, and is about to utter an excruciating cry, as he relives the moment when he stuck the incandescent metal in the flesh of his face.

Before she can do it, however, a voice pierces this "vision": one of the girls in the room, now awake, has noticed the young Slayer at the foot of the bed and calls her, to invite her to lie down beside her. Heilsèn, still confused, touches the wound on his face. She feels the brand that has impressed itself - to show her remorse, and remind herself never to question the Will of the Basileus ever again - to "go out" slowly.

She looks at the girl and slowly lies down in the bed of that disgusting House of Pleasure, where she has spent every night since she had that conversation. She closes her eyes and, for a moment, feels enveloped by that feeling of peace and security, which only the Wild Lands had given her so far, before falling asleep.)