The festival of blood had already earned its name over the past few hours. People were becoming increasingly aware that something was not completely right as armed police began to comb the streets looking for any evidence of what has caused so many bodies to be found.
Bugenhagen obviously had made a few enemies this night. A simple priest caught between two extraordinary forces.
Cole, the lightning Conduit.
And the Devourer, an immortal vampire of the first born.
Somehow, he managed to feel the wrath of them both this night...
First... Cole found him silently praying that good may succeed behind the ashes of the tavern they had occupied earlier this night... He made no noise as he approached and drove the stake straight through the back of his chest... Cole obviously didn't buy the priest-praying act.
As Bugenhagen lay there... in a pool of his own blood... the smell attracted the Devourer...
Nothing remained but a small note... perhaps meant for someone at home:
"Recruiting Scarlet tonight.
One of my previous recruitments was successful."
4 Hours 0 Minutes Until Sunrise.