He was capable of running faster than any horse or even the wind, and it was like he raced right through the sky. He wasn’t human anymore. Just an unsightly vampire.
And he was thirsty. Extremely thirsty.
“Ferid Bathory!”
He struck the gate of the residence once with force, then entered. Inside, the mansion was completely empty. No boys and girls in those obscene clothes could be found there anymore.
Crowley only found Jose, put to sleep and lying on the dining table in the spacious hall where the two of them drank wine before.