”Let me be clear; no one is Haute’s friend, and he helps no one but himself. He’ll be friendly, he’ll do you a favor, he’ll make it look like he’s putting himself in danger for you, but it’s all to his own ends. He doesn’t care about you, and if he helps you, it always comes at a price. Do not trust him, do not promise him anything unless you are absolutely sure you can do it.“ – Ul’vade
Veron jutted awake, he was on the floor on his back. He looked around, the room was rather bright and took a moment to adjust his vision. As he stood and brushed off the strange dust, he noticed there wasn’t a nagging in the back of his mind and Haute had not revealed himself. “You’ve … Read More
Veron shook his head, he hated trusting demons. “Let’s do this, then.”
The cave was so bright he forgot what darkness meant. It wasn’t until a moment later that pitch black enveloped his vision, and a small cackle filled his mind. His heart sank slightly, being unable to see anything, but he was unable to fight the process.
The priest went to help Veron, lifting and carrying Vlad inside while the two hunters slowly and carefully made their way up the steps into the chapel behind them. Upon entering it was dark and musky, frail candles lit throughout the place flickering hesitantly to dispel the shadows that hung everywhere else.