Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Miner could not control herself; from a very young age, she underwent the most rigorous training, facing a jug of fresh blood every day. Young vampires would start feeding instinctively, but whenever Miner lost control, the whip from her elders would snap her back to reality.


This was the arduous path of vampires, essential training for every young vampire who wanted to survive. Only those who could endure the bloodthirst could qualify to enter the world as people.


Since three years old, Miner took five years to finally get past the period of blood craving. Since then, in her eyes, blood was no different from wine. Those vampires who thirsted for blood would consume it like beasts, while she would carefully sniff it, and if there were any other impurities in the blood, she wouldn't even deign to look at it.


But all this training was ruined today.


Chapter 320: The Second Drop of Blood