THE DAY I SLAYED MY VAMPIRE LOVER
Each shard of glass, suspended in the air by the force of the energy she had unleashed, began to rotate, spinning like a miniature, razor-edged turbine.
Vasili recoiled, his tattered cloak dissolving into ribbons of shadow as the shards sliced through his unnatural form. He did not bleed; he wept smoke, his face distorting into a mask of pure, unadulterated agony as the mirrors”the very medium of his influence”turned against him.
"You are breaking the covenant!" Vasili shrieked, his voice fracturing into a discordant chorus. "You are an instrument of order, not a wrecking ball of entropy!"