"The time has come, yes?"
The man stood across from the table, a faint light burning from the candle on the table.
"The vessel has failed. It's too weak." The man sitting across spoke
"So what do you say we do? Find a new one? Then what do we do with the old one?"
"You can kill him."
As the man spoke the candle burnt out, leaving a faint smoke as its remnants.
The man sitting in the chair stood up, adjusting the black and red mask on his face. The man across staring deeply.
The man across spoke, "Is that truly what you want Villanova? I know you want it for yourself."
Villanova scoffed, "You know too much." He walked towards him slowly, the smoke parting ways for him.
The man stood calmly as Villanova approached. "I know what you desire. You're a vampire for pow-"
Villanova's hand rested on the man's face.
"What are you doing?! Get your hand off of me!"
"I'd hush, it'll only make the process more painful."
The skin on the man's face faded, as if he was losing blood by the second. In just an instant, he fell. All life force leaving his body.
"The truth hurts, and it seems it wanted to hurt you first."
"You're quite the evil man aren't you Villanova." A man spoke from the shadow, slowly revealing himself. A blue haired man with a sleek blue and white mask.
"I do not need your input. Prepare the next vessel."
"Very well, master."
Villanova opened the door, only looking back just to glance at the man, before leaving and closing the door.
The time has come. A new vessel of the Sovereign.