The Exorcist known as Aesop Carl walked through the halls of the palace of the head vampire with his hands clasped together behind his back, the noise of his heels against the floor being the only sound heard as it echoed through the walls.

The moon shone done on him from the stained glass windows, and his sclera turned red for only a moment, before returning to normal. He held his head high as he walked, and didn’t notice when someone was walking right by him.