The 'Twin Swords' were pressed against the vampire's forehead. Although Bartlett didn't apply force, the heavy weight of the sword still caused the tip to sink slightly into the vampire's skin.
Pale, cracked skin was pierced, and dark red viscous liquid slowly seeped out of the wound. It flowed down the vampire's forehead and to the sides, giving the dead man lying on the ground a crown of blood.
"A whole thousand souls!" The vampire repeated the number, "If you knew the market value, you would know it's not a small amount. Even a powerful Duke of Hell would be envious of such a number of souls!"
