132 BA

They behold her wolf’s body, bloody after multiple stabs, falling into the ravine. There was a loud crashing and there they knew she had a great fall.

“Ah, man! That was satisfyingly bloody!” Jek brutally commented, clapping his hands while is eyes sparkles in delight. Pure evil like everybody else.

Viller, especially Vamoire, did not miss the chance to make Maridelle feel her last minutes a living hell. Maridelle fought with all her might, but a wolf against three brute vampires who had experienced the worst wars in their history, whose fighting skills are whetted in the toughest time, is nothing but a rag doll. Her training is not just enough to match their combined force.

Vamoire eyed the ravine where Maridelle has fallen. Her eyes are imbued with satisfaction as she beholds the wolf lying unconscious at the bottom of the ravine; the desire to get even to what her blood has done to her was achieved. At last, she felt the ecstasy filling her veins; she longed for this for so long.