Heavy silence descended in the chamber as the sacrificial ritual was interrupted.
The ghouls standing by the walls watched with wide eyes, unable to speak a word.
Even Jacob de Vile couldn't find the words. The fury in his chest was raging, and his mind was a mess. The betrayal hurt deeply.
The person who had saved him from the brink of death. The person who had helped him acquire the power of the vampire. The person who had helped him defeat his archnemesis and bring justice to his wife and unborn child. That very person had now betrayed him.
"Aneesa!" Jacob roared. Eyes bloodshot and fangs sharp. "TRAITOR!"
Those words washed over "Aneesa" like a breeze. Adam did not even pay attention to them.
Wearing the old hag's face, he glanced at the innocent girl whom he had just killed in cold blood. His hands were still wrapped around her neck.
Warmth slowly fled the girl's flesh as he watched her in a daze.
