Luciel quickly rushed towards the room, but once he was halfway there, an ache in his abdomen was screaming that something was wrong.
It had woken up his vampiric instincts, but worry overwhelmed them.
The atmosphere grew heavier by the second, darker, and ominous, resembling his inner thoughts. As the scent of blood grew stronger, haunting images started to flash through Luciel's mind.
He was already seeing the possibility of Helen getting hurt or worse...
The most terrifying scene he imagined was seeing Helen on the cold floor, with her limbs torn apart, surrounded by a giant puddle of blood, and her head lying further away from her body.
He shivered at the thought once he stopped in front of the door, finally arriving.
He ran his hand across his raven black hair as his head pounded with tension.
"Please, be all right..." Luciel muttered, begging for all of this to be one of the bad dreams he was having lately.
