"Praise the moon, praise the night, praise the Creator..."
In the Night Temple in eastern Ganzros City, a pale man with no color in his face knelt before a statue of a full moon veiled in black gauze and prayed softly.
A woman in a pure black clerical robe, with a full moon emblazoned on its front, walked up behind him. "Vampire, this is the temple of my lady, the Lady of Night. You do not belong here."
"Is your lady not mine as well?" The man chuckled, his voice far older than his appearance. "Or do you look down on your lady's creations?"
"My lady has never said she created your kind."
"But my lady has never denied it either, has she?"
The man smiled. "Darkness is not Evil. Dawn, which brands darkness as Evil, is the true Evil. Little girl, in the six hundred years since I was born, I have met countless bishops. Every one who could not set aside their notions of good and Evil and remain neutral rose no higher than bishop. Without exception."
"Never forget that my lady is a God of the Neutral Alignment."
"Take that as advice from an old man who has drunk more blood than you have eaten meals."
When the Female Bishop fell silent, the man chuckled. "But if you come to understand that, perhaps someone who became a bishop before thirty will one day become a figure even I must look up to."
"Well, my children should have drawn those damned priests away by now," he said with a chuckle. "As my lady's creations, we do not wish to cause her trouble. So please forget that I was ever here. Those self-proclaimed righteous priests are fond of their despicable mind-reading tricks."
"What are you planning?" the Female Bishop