Bolvent gazed at the young girl standing at the church's pulpit, the very place where the bishop once preached to the lost lambs. That spot was sacred, noble, and even though they had become vampires, some old habits lingered. The little angel, sealed by Degonris, stood tall and proud, devoid of holy light, but her defiance shone brightly in Bolvent's eyes.
Swallowing the squirming maggot in his throat, Bolvent contained his bloodlust, seeing a truer world through his crimson eyes. The little angel seemed to have learned much from the Angel of Earth, Raphael, like the contagious power to inspire admiration and longing. Bolvent heard her rapid heartbeat, saw Karen's trembling hand by her side.
This isn't right, how can those who sit so high be more lost than us, her power isn't enough.
