Oscar — VA

It was a dark night. The cool air stirred the candles placed around the Orthodox church. Monks circled the building, lighting more candles.

A bloody ritual was to take place in the temple today. At midnight, the youngest person in the temple was to spill blood in a sacred circle to drive out all evil spirits. They usually considered vampires to be evil spirits. Many died precisely because of these unclean spirits.

Oscar, a fine-looking fellow at first glance. But he was too different from a normal human... pale skin, scarlet eyes, and... fangs. Yes, he was a vampire. And the most dangerous one at that. He never showed up at rituals like the Blood One, but something compelled him to come today.

He arrived a little earlier and, expecting to see some unprotected grandfather who was preparing everything for the ritual, he found a charming guy in front of him... he was young... Maybe this was that very young monk?

Oscar chuckled, watching his smooth movements. He emerged from the shadows, finally revealing his full power and the suffocating scent of blood.

• Who do we have here... a little angel?