Suddenly, the idea of a vampire king living in Haiti made total and complete sense to Abaddon.
He had been here for a single hour and had observed every stretch of the country and was sure of absolutely one thing.
This place was absolutely teeming with the supernatural.
There were a number of spirits and creatures walking around in broad daylight with their features hidden, but they could not hide their identities from Abaddon.
However, some were not even bothering to hide themselves.
On one of the many beaches in the country, a young boy of around fourteen was following the sound of singing that called to him from the water.
Though his grandmother and numerous elders had told him a multitude of times not to do this, he couldn't help himself from following the sound.
It was just so terrifyingly alluring.
Following the music, he found a woman sitting on a rock overlooking the crashing ocean waves.
