"What's going on!" Vlad exclaimed.
"We are being attacked! It's the angels!"
Tremble.
The city shook again, and every vampire in the poor and luxurious neighborhoods felt it.
"Angels? What the hell do they want?" Vlad frowned.
Attacking a town of vampires was suicide, but if they were angels, then the situation changed dramatically. Vampires could hardly drink their blood, and angels mostly used trappings like fire or light.
"I don't know, but they're serious. They've already broken into the city and are trying to break through the protective barrier." Ellen said anxiously.
"Ah, I see. Hell, they showed up at such an inconvenient moment. Angels ruin everything as usual." Vlad grudgingly muttered.
Crackling.
The doors to the hall opened, and a tall guy with short blond hair and red eyes stepped inside. He wore a long torn cloak and was seriously wounded, his face drenched in blood.
