"Tears drop, bleed on the puddles, hushed whispers grows thorns about the truth, and Fate draws near."
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"Vampires are beasts of the darkness, formed from the decaying blood of the dead!"
Ryker and Headstone heard a priest say as they opened the door to the backyard.
A gentle breeze greeted them, passing through their body, leaving intact a scent of fresh rain. The sun had just dipped itself below the horizon, with the distant forest trees hiding some parts of the Golden ball.
It was a cool evening, and the priests were all standing facing one another, with Julius Peppers by their side.
As they saw company, the conversation changed into a quite... Decent one.
The Eldest Priest, being the one in charge spoke, "You came on time—"
Ryker interrupted before Headstone could say a word, "Yeah, Right on time to hear the hate speech."