Outside of what used to be Raphael's home, a small army of rather militant vampires looked like they were ready to burn the whole place down.
They hadn't come with torches or spears of any kind, but there were a few who were armed with guns containing either metal or wooden bullets.
They were already starting to make the grandest ruckus possible, demanding to speak to either Abaddon or the one who he was attempting to place in charge.
At the head of the mob were four vampires who were dressed in the dressed in a variety of the nicest designer suits that money could buy.
The banker Charles was also standing within this group of men, and it was easy for one to tell that he was the only one who was truly nervous out of this entire group.
"This is a mistake I tell you… we should not be doing this…!" He reminded.
"We had no choice, Charles. We have to take a stand."
