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“Time to feast!” I shout.

Moving from room to room, I search out each heartbeat.

Draining as I go.

Any man I come across, I give them the gift of death.

The women are another story.

I ghoul them. I destroy the very body that should bring life into this world.

They hurt ours, so I’ll destroy their futures in return.

“Fuck!” I bellow at the ceiling of the church.

My cock throbs now.

Hard and filled with blood.

Charging through the rooms gives me an outlet to vent all my anger…

But it also causes my denied lust to return in full fucking force.

Iachefor Alena. Ache to feel her lush body against me again. I don’t give a fuck how bad her blood smells. I need her legs wrapped around my hips.

I need my weight crashing into her, hard and deep.

“Raphael!” Asher shouts.

He’s somewhere below me, but not far.

Weaving my way through the halls, I find a staircase leading to a basement.

I follow the trail of bodies. Priests, nuns, and a hunter.

A hunter was here?

What the fuck?

The smell of Mother grows stronger, and I get the feeling that whatever is down here is not supposed to be seen by our eyes.

Asher stands just outside a room with its door ajar. A priest lies dead at his feet.

The priest wasn’t drained. His neck was twisted all the way around.

“What the fuck is going on, Ash?” I ask warily.

Something about that room makes the blood in my veins ice over.

“I don’t know,” Ashers says in frustration.

“Is that an altar?” I ask and start to walk into the room.

Latching onto my shoulder, Asher points to the giant circle painted on the floor.

Freezing mid-step, I don’t let my foot touch the room’s floor. Pulling my leg back across the threshold, I stare at what I’m seeing in disbelief.

That circle…