“Ahh, wait up, Crowley-kun. Can we put this talk on hold for a bit?” Ferid Bathory asked, raising a finger.
Silence enveloped the library.
Crowley’s eyes focused on the man he had known for 700 years. “Hm?”
Crowley Eusford lifted his head.
Back in those days, he was still pure, strong and handsome, still believed in God and was not a vampire.
These days though, he was a complete vampire from head to toe–
“What’s wrong?”
“I have a business to attend to.”
“A business. Hmph. Oh well, I’m not interested in taking trips down memory lane, myself, so I don’t mind.”
“No, no. Let me hear the rest of the story later tonight. The tale about how you fell low enough to become a vampire is my all-time favorite!”
“Hmph.”
Crowley nodded and took a book from the bookshelf next to him. That corner of the library was dedicated to the Bible. The copies of the Bible translated into all kinds of languages could be found there. The copy he took out was in Latin. He had long since lost his faith, but could it be that recounting the story of his past made him yearn for God again?