"When I hear people who call dark beings like myself monsters, I can't help but chuckle because I consider that a very ignorant statement. No one has created more chaos than the church." A cold, villainous voice rang from behind.
It was the vampire standing at the foot of the staircase with the head of a girl, her hair wrapped around his arm like a rope. Her face was twisted with pain and horror.
Father Benedict remained calm, not eager to see the face of the vampire. Instead, he pulled out a piece of clothes to clean his sleeve where the man touched.
"I assume you infected only the guards here with your vile curse and killed everyone else." Father Benedict said while wiping away the non-existent stain on his robes.
He turned around to meet the vampire's gaze, then shifted his attention to the head in his hands. It was the girl the man had asked him to save.
