"Vampire dust, vampire dust, come here to get your vampire dust! You're going to become invisible! Vampire dust, vampire dust!"
What was Asmodeos doing, you might ask?
Asmodeos was just like anyone who was murder happy and had found a dependable source of income, trying to sell things.
Those things were in that case the vampire dust, old coffins with vampire dust on them and, of course, clothes which had gone out of fashion a long ago but had still been dear to the vampires and so the vampires had died in them.
"Vampire dust, come get your vampire dust!"
Asmodeos had actually managed to sell a couple of jars, but after the locals had decided that a couple of jars was enough, they had stopped buying.
Asmodeos knew that if he didn't sell all the dust, it was probably going to spoil, if it could even spoil.
