How many centuries had passed since then, Ferid wondered, turning over the memories in his mind as his gaze fell on Crowley Eusford sleeping in a coffin.
The coffin was located in Ferid’s mansion, in the vampire city of Kyoto Sanguinem. Crowley wasn’t in the coffin because he had died. He was a vampire and could not die anymore. No, he was already dead. Because he was hated by God, and his heart didn’t beat. Then why did he sleep in a coffin?
Ferid didn’t know who started it, but by the time Ferid himself became a vampire, vampires had already had a habit of sleeping in coffins, hiding from the light of the sun. And unexpectedly, sleeping like that turned out rather pleasant.
Physically speaking, vampires didn’t need to sleep. But they still slept. To fill the time of the unimaginably long life they were forced to drag, they went to sleep in coffins. That way, they were able to forget everything for just a short while and lose consciousness. If only for a few short hours.
They could not rest for eternity.
It had been 7 hours since Crowley had entered the coffin. He would be waking up soon then.
In those 7 hours, Ferid had finally finished drawing his map. The map that would allow human children to escape from this vampire city.
The map turned out really splendid. Probably because Ferid got to listen to Crowley’s reminiscences about his past. It reminded him that what he was doing now was all part of the plan hatched many centuries ago, and for it, right now, he needed to finish drawing that map. Because if he didn’t, he would stop caring about everything in a flash.