Beneath the crimson twilight seeping through the church's stained glass, Arad was sitting on the altar with a stern face. This place had changed since the last time he was here.
He can't even call a church, a cathedral would be more appropriate.
Kneeling a few meters before him was a nun with skin as pale as snow and a face full of freckles. Arad slowly lifted his head, and she opened her eyes to look at him.
The nun's blue eyes flashed with magic, and then narrowed. A smile slowly curled up her lips, and she parted her hands.
"Lady Eris told me you're coming tonight, so I was waiting." She was Zia, currently the head of the vampire church.
Technically, a Father should've assumed that role, but here they had a Mother called Zia. In terms of power, she was only second to Eris. But power didn't matter, at least as far as Eris cared.
