His prayer echoed hollowly through the cathedral, a stark contrast to the vibrant hymns that once filled the space. The sacred place, once his sanctuary, now felt like a prison. Viktor's lips curled in disdain, revealing his fangs.

He pivoted, his gaze fixated on the lifeless yet fresh body in your hands. "Presenting me with a lifeless vessel shall not alleviate the arduousness of this situation," he scoffed. "I have made my stance clear—I shall not partake in sustenance."