The twelve massive square steles activated in an instant. An ancient aura slowly spread out, and the entire ground seemed to begin trembling. These twelve stone monuments of unknown origin started vibrating at a peculiar frequency, eventually forming a strange pulse that made the entire altar seem to come alive!
Deacon threw back his head and waved his arms like a deranged shaman. His subordinates laughed madly as well. They cheered and jumped with excitement. Their master had waited far, far too long. Until this moment, everything had been worth it. Their master, Deacon, would finally become a god. Just as recorded in the Human Skin Parchment, he would become the god of the entire Vampire race!
"Finally! I've waited for this day! I will become the greatest god in this world!" Deacon's face was wild with arrogance. He tore off his coat in one motion, bared his chest, and roared at the sky. Greedily, he stared at that strange drop of blood hanging from the dome. Crystal-clear and tiny as it was, it seemed to possess a kind of magic that drew everyone's gaze toward it, leaving them unable to look away.
One Vampire stared at it as his agitation continued to spread. He could not endure it any longer. The drop of blood seemed to whisper to him, guiding him to drink it. This Vampire was going mad too. With a howl, he lunged forward. He wanted to shove Deacon aside and claim that drop of blood for himself.
The other Vampires instinctively moved to stop him, but strangely, they all halted. Every Vampire's eyes flickered as they hesitated and dawdled. Their greedy gazes seemed to be anticipating something.
"You dare profane your god!"
Deacon flew into a rage. Moving with ghostly speed, he seized the Vampire by