Zia's screams filled the whole bath as Isdis tied her with ice chains inside an ice-cold bath. Albeit Zia was stronger than Isdis, she and all of Arad's vampires are sworn for protection, and if there is one thing they can't do, that is use their power against Arad or any of his relatives.
Albeit Zia's countless calls for help, the other nuns had a higher calling on their hands than helping their leader. Their lord, the one who sleeps, the nuclear chaos had needed their help. Their hands moved, and their bodies responded. For the next hour, only on their job, they focused.
"This should feel better to him now." Astrid smiled as she looked down at a clean and sparkling Arad. After polishing his scales, someone would be surprised at how reflective they were. Pure darkness, but a slightly reflective one, obsidian scales were glistening like fresh paint on a new car.
