"This woman…never existed. She had died, but somehow, she ended in our church. That was the information I stumbled upon that had been locked away."
Father Jeremy's eyes widen and his mouth slightly parted. "W-what?" his lips trembled as he said that. "H-how can that be possible?"
The vampire took in a sigh and said, "There are about ten to fifteen percent of vampires with special abilities often gotten from a bloodline. It's less than that now. But funnily, there are some special kinds of tradition that had existed way before now. You see, I have spent my time studying while I was in the underworld, hidden out of sight. I came across a tradition performed by some kind of humans who worship a kind of bird. They call them ravens."
On hearing that, Father Jeremy brows went up and he felt a prickle on his skin.
"You must have come across one recently, haven't you, Father?"
He gulped instantly and stood there, still staring.
