"A vampire's daughter? A human?"
Silvette nodded, "My family turned themselves into vampires, but only I..." Silvette clutched her head, revealing a pained expression, "I... I can't remember what happened then, when I awoke again, I was already lying in the central chapel, and Degonris had already fallen under the shadow of the vampires."
Silvette led the two to the central chapel. The church in the center of Degonris was more dilapidated and unattended than any Ralph had seen. The white walls filled with dust, and the walls also covered with horrifying black handprints, The iron doors were heavy, with strands of garlic hanging, crammed into every hangable spot, the pungent smell mixing with the smell of earth, no priest would want to stay here.
