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So those were the powers of this clan, a mix of the physical power of those monstrous, bat-winged bodies of the Nosferatu, mixed with an ability to control their corrupted cattle as if they were puppets.

It wasn't bad, they weren't inconsiderable skills at all, it didn't surprise him that as Acadio had told them during lunch, this clan had spread so much throughout the different European capitals and that the rest of the clans had dared to stop them.

If a neophyte from another clan, even an ancient one, faced a demon of this type, he would surely die dishonorably, the clans themselves would cover up the shame and keep the secret of this power.

Like most clans, there were two special powers in their lineage, in the case of the Justicars it was the one where the prophecy was, and the magical gift that allowed them to make arcane seals with a power much greater than any other type of occult magic.