Blood was running down his cheeks as he shamelessly drank the blood of a little girl in front of her parents, who could do absolutely nothing. Luto enjoyed being watched while he ate so brazenly. Of course, Carmen, who had walked in at that moment, rolled his eyes at this performance, silently cutting the parents' throats and impassively watching their bodies fall to the floor with faces distorted with fear. Luto did not flinch or look up at the magician, too engrossed in the blood of his still-breathing food. Warm always tastes better, especially so pure, untouched by the sins of the environment. Oh, believe him, blood will tell everything about you, and every sin you commit will only make it more sour and runny.

"Can you do it less bloodthirstily? You should be ashamed." Carmen finally spoke, looking with disgust at Luto slowly narrowing his eyes and moving away from the girl's neck, licking the blood from his mouth.

"I prefer to eat in silence. Go away. Shoo." Luto replied indifferently, sinking his teeth into the pale neck again.

Carmen just clicked his tongue, muttered something under his breath and added: "Come on, everyone is waiting only for you."

But Luto didn't care who was waiting for him or where. After this peculiar dinner, he had other things to do. He had recently discovered a new magical trace of the grimoire, which was very fresh, as if the book itself wanted Luto to find it. This made the voices in his head whisper louder, causing goosebumps to run down his tanned back. This book was everything he could have ever dreamed of. Only his gang didn't share his ideas. No way! He didn't need any more rivals, because he had enough of them. You were a particular problem. They came face to face too often, and each time Luto had one more reason to hate that idiot. Who was he to challenge someone like Luto?! It was godless, but it wasn't like the vampire was particularly religious.

And so, as he walked out of the meager house, watching the rest of the small village scatter in fear, Luto chuckled smugly. The rest of the group had already gone somewhere, but Luto didn't need these brats to help him cope with something as simple as searching for traces of the book. He was full and happy. And he knew that he could definitely ruin his mood, but he prayed that this premature wouldn't show up at the same time as the vampire. In the end, his amulet, which he had stolen from some court magician at one time, led him to some ruins of an old mansion. The amulet glowed bright red, blinding Luto's eyes, which were unaccustomed to light. No, of course, it was nonsense that vampires were afraid of light, but Luto's eyes were too sensitive, which is why such fucking bright things forced him to squint and grimace. He stepped onto the threshold of the mansion, searching as usual for who knows what. But each time - Luto was sure - he was closer and closer to the lost grimoire, which lay who knows where and who knows how many miles away from this place. It was important, but not too important at the moment.

But as he was entering another door of this dark mansion, he heard someone else's footsteps.

Fuck, not him again.

Luto thought to himself and grimaced again. He felt sick just thinking about you walking around here. And why did they always meet at the same time in the same place! Oh, cruel fate. Although, who cares? As the footsteps got closer, Luto's hand tightened on his short sword in the sheath on his belt. He hid behind a bookshelf and tried to hold his breath, but footsteps came from behind, and then Luto turned around. He rolled his eyes, because you were standing in front of him. Literally 4 steps and it would have been easy to stick a blade between the ribs of this idiot. But instead, Luto froze like the last imbecile. "Oh, I knew I'd meet you here." The vampire drawled with casual sarcasm, though his hand remained on the hilt of his sword. "Are you following me? Oh, that would be stupid of you. Do you want to apologize, perhaps?" Luto chuckled, pretending not to care about you. It was a lie.