Norton was in a good mood, trying out his newfound abilities.
Father Abraham, who was bitten by bats, was in a worse situation.
The mansion of Father Abraham.
A beautiful nun in a pure white habit gently applied medicine to Father Abraham's neck wound and then bandaged it.
As one of the few heterosexuals in the Church, Father Abraham's attention remained fixed on the beautiful nun, showing no concern whatsoever for the wound on his neck.
It's a little strange that the wound doesn't hurt.
The nun's figure was graceful and heavy, and she moved back and forth with each step.
If it were Father Abraham in the past, perhaps he would have already begun to tempt her, to ensure that this profound holiness was boundless.
However, Father Abraham was not paying much attention to the nun's breasts at this moment; instead, he was somewhat lingering over her delicate neck.
Warm blood flows through the blood vessels, continuously circulating from the carotid artery, ensuring a person's vitality and life force. That scalding blood...
Looking at the nun's smooth neck, Father Abraham unconsciously swallowed, a strange image involuntarily forming in his mind.
"Gurgle!"
The sound of swallowing brought Father Abraham back to his senses. Feeling a little awkward, he quickly shifted his attention.
"Strange, why did this image come to mind?"
Father Abraham twisted his neck, feeling his bandaged wound, and then said, "That's fine."
"Yes, Father!" the beautiful nun nodded respectfully, then left the room at Father Abraham's wave.
Father Abraham watched the nun's retreating figure, feeling a surge of heat and a slight shortness of breath.
It seemed that the cross pendant on his chest was too heavy, making it slightly difficult for him to breathe.
This caused Father Abraham to involuntarily twist his neck, feeling the pressure of the cross on his chest even more intensely.
He reached out with some irritation, took the crucifix down, placed it respectfully on the table, and then got up and left the room.
Perhaps due to prolonged oppression within the Church, Father Abraham harbored immense resentment. To vent this anger and to confirm his own power and status, he built a cellar in his mansion to imprison and torture Father Abraham who made mistakes, thus demonstrating his supreme position.
His failure to provide timely assistance after being attacked by vampire bats last night was a very serious mistake.
Thinking of this, Father Abraham's agitated heart calmed down, and then he quickly walked towards the cellar.
It was already broad daylight outside, but the cellar of Father Abraham's house remained dark.
The servant who watched Father Abraham being devoured by bats last night has now been stripped naked and is hanging by his hands in the cellar.
The cellar was dark, but one could still see bloodstains splattered on the surrounding walls, as well as various cruel instruments of torture invented by Father Abraham himself.
The servant, who had been hanging for several hours, let out a few helpless groans; his arm, which was suspended in a sling, was in excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart.
"Pat-pat, pat, pat..."
The sound of light footsteps echoed at the entrance to the cellar, attracting the attention of the servants.
"Sir Abraham, Sir Abraham, I was wrong, sir! I beg the greatest and noblest Sir Abraham to forgive me!" It must be said that this servant was not entirely stupid; he knew that Father Abraham liked to hear these kinds of words, so he deliberately chose to say them.
Normally, Father Abraham might have been pleased and spared his life, only torturing him for a few hours.
But Father Abraham was not in a good mood today.
"My lord, the most powerful..."
Father Abraham ignored the helpless pleas of the servants hanging behind him. The stench of blood in the basement was quite strong, which caused the strange desire he had been suppressing for the nun to surge back into his mind.
Veins bulged on Father Abraham's forehead as he gripped the handles of the torture instruments tightly, desperately resisting this strange urge.
"Damn it! What's wrong with me? Have I turned into Vampire?" The bloody smell in the air made Father Abraham extremely uncomfortable.
He even had the idea of crawling on the wall and licking it.
This made him involuntarily connect his transformation with the Vampire preached in the Church.
"But Vampire are resurrected from the dead. I have never died, so how could I possibly become Vampire?" As desire grew in his heart, Father Abraham felt an inexplicable fear.
He's a priest!
"No, no, no, Church members could never become Vampire. God's glory has already protected me. I could never become Vampire, impossible!"
Father Abraham's fear and the absurdity of his becoming Vampire gave him a sudden, inexplicable rage that made him roar, yet he was completely unaware that his appearance had changed in the slightest.
Thin streaks of blood slowly spread across the whites of his eyes, but they were inconspicuous, more like the bloodshot streaks of someone who had stayed up all night.
His two front teeth are slowly becoming sharper and longer. If anyone has ever seen the teeth of a vampire bat, they will notice that his teeth are gradually moving towards this shape.
The stench of blood in the air aroused Father Abraham's strange behavior, and his angry roars and bizarre transformations caused the servants hanging in the cellar to weep bitterly, staring in utter terror at Father Abraham clinging to the torture instruments, no longer daring to utter a sound.
However, he didn't need to make a sound at all.
The subtle sound of blood flowing through the veins was now amplified infinitely in Father Abraham's ears. The pounding of his heart was as beautiful and captivating as the most exquisite melody.
Even the intense heat of a human body caused Father Abraham to tremble with excitement.
The sweet, pungent smell of blood in the air was like the purest drug, drawing in Father Abraham's extremely tense nerves.
"Ha~~~~" A breathy sound came from Father Abraham's mouth, a sound that didn't seem like something a human could make.
Father Abraham, with his back to the servants hanging upside down, slowly turned his head like a mechanical puppet under the increasingly fearful gaze of the servants.
A bloodshot eye was fixed intently on the servant.
He could no longer contain himself and opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs resembling those of the classic Vampire Nosferatu.
"Aaaaaah!!!"