“If you truly wish to repent, perhaps you should fill my cup with thy wine.” Rosaria smirked, circling the holy chalice in front of you; the deacon then leaned forward— watchful crimson orbs akin to blood staining the holy floors.

The profane father could only part his lips, a glimpse of his sharp fangs you've espied—

“Do you wish to be forgiven?” An appearance so cadaver sent down shivers, “Or do you reject purgation?” the vampire chuckled lowly.