“Oh, Crowley~ The coven has a teensy-weensy favor to ask of its most clever underling…” Crowley muttered, mimicking the saccharine tone with a dramatic sneer. “Just pop right on over to our dear wolf friends’ territory, see what they’re up to. Not a big deal, right?”

In the inky darkness of the night, the vampire soared over the desolate ruins of an abandoned church, his bat form gliding effortlessly against the faint glimmers of starlight. “Not like their kind is known to shred vampires like me into delicate little vampire ribbons or anything,” he muttered under his breath, the words emerging in his mind as an annoyed grumble.

He dipped lower, the sharp silhouette of the church’s steeple cutting into the night like a jagged tooth. Moonlight pooled through the hollowed-out windows, casting skeletal shadows across the broken stone floor below.

“…S’pose it’s as good a night as any to bid farewell to this wretched place. Can’t say I’ll miss it.”