"No! Please spare me. We have reached an agreement with the Pope, so you can't kill me. I've been behaving by the rules, and I will not accept anything other than the Pope's adjudication. I have a licit identity, so this is murder!"
"Well, isn't sucking people's blood dry murder too?" Jacob smirked.
"You must be afraid of death because you have no soul, which is the biggest difference between you and human beings. Since you have no soul, after you die, your lives will end completely and you will no longer exist in this world." Irene pointed Cold Moon forward and said, "Your life will end here."
Cold Moon flew forward out of the blue and hit Earl right in the chest, pinning him to the ground and causing him to groan with pain. When the sword made contact with his chest, there was a burst of fiery red brilliance that set his whole body ablaze. He tried to put out the fire on him. Try as he might, he could not break free from the restraint of Cold Moon.