Luce was satisfied by his newest acquisition, a small pretty girl with beautiful eyes and red lips. Her name is something like Lily, not that it matter he never bothered to remember their names.

Once inside if the cathedral, he leads her to a private chamber where he keeps his most prized possessions - those under his control. They're scattered around the room, some sleeping, others awake but docile.

His gaze sweeps over the other cattle, noting their various states of restlessness or contentment. Some are still awake, eyes fixed on him with varying degrees of fear and longing. He nods to himself, satisfied with his collection.

Luce looks back at Lily who still was dazed after his bite, one snap of the fingers and she will sober up, but he didn't want to scare her off just yet. Instead of leaving her with his other "dolls" he brings her in his own private chamber.

*Oh little Lily, I can't wait to play with my new doll." He whispers in her ear with his devilish smirk.