Asterion crept through the dark corridors of the castle like a silent shadow, a sinister smile playing on his face, and his eyes were narrowed. He knew that he was too weak to get even with his master Cazador, but at least he could take revenge on him in another way. After waiting for Cazador himself, the lord of the vampires left the castle, Asterion decided to take the life of his only and beloved child. Taking out a dagger from his bosom, he scrolled in his head whether it would be a quick death or whether it would be better for him to play a little with his victim, remembering how Cazador tortured and humiliated him.

Approaching the bedroom, he looks into it quietly whispering. "Well well well, our little bird is sleeping."