Bound by the Symbol

"Does that make it the tenth?" Midnight muttered under her breath as she glanced around the church.

The walls were painted with blood, and a few bodies of a Purifiers lay on the ground, dead.

When they attacked her the first time, they made it clear that they knew there was a vampire in the capital and weren't afraid to act,

As such, she saw no point in trying to conceal herself so much anymore and decided to attack her enemy where it hurt.

Attacking a large church was a suicide, but the smaller ones that didn't have any kind of specialists among their ranks were a piece of cake to clear. She wasn't doing this because of revenge, of course, but something else.

She shifted her gaze to her arm that was painted with blood from her enemies. Her nails were sharp… sharper than they had ever been before.