Perhaps I should be grateful, be thankful that Soren has found some way to save my life and not simply let me pass into the great beyond like so many others would. But if I am to become what is supposed to become of me- a vampire, or worse, a hybrid or a halfling, there will be no place for me in this world after.
There is a reason why fallen angels do not exist in this world, why the tales that the ancient councillors tell over the glowing embers of a bonfire on the night of a clan gathering do not tell of an angel who has been bitten by a vampire. Such an act would be the ultimate betrayal to my kind, blasphemous, an attempt to deviate from the acrid tradition of hatred and spite for our 3000 year old enemy.
The councillors never take too lightly to betrayal. Of any kind.
Any angels who have been turned by a vampire have already ended up dead- but not by the hands of the vampires.
