Trevor
It has been a week. One week since I met Celeste Love and she promised that she’d have a vial of the vampire virus and that the angel infected would be dead. I haven’t seen any evidence that the vampire died. My plan is progressing but not at the speed that it needs too. I want to see the fruits of my labor. I made a snap judgment on not killing her and allowing her to prove herself. I will not make that same mistake again.
I’m restless. It hasn’t rained lately, therefore, Valcrum isn’t crying. His eyes need to open and the flood gates need to spill over so that every living thing on earth is submerged in his tears. He will pay for sending me here as a punishment. I will destroy everything he loves until he faces me or destroys me.
“Why didn’t you finish the boy yourself? Do you
