[center][h1][color=Goldenrod]Priest Azerus[/color][/h1][hr][color=gray]Location:[/color] [i]Alleyway, Shezze.[/i][/center][center][color=gray]Interacting with:[/color] [i]all[/i][hr][h2]***[/h2][/center]

Azerus could feel the vampire child squirming in his grip. He tried to tighten his hold but his muscles would not obey, something was setting upon him and no amount of ignorance could keep it at bay.
A tingling crept through his body, starting from one arm and extending down the next. Even though he had stopped physical exertion he still couldn't regain his breath. A sweat took over his pale skin. 
He was fully aware of the irregular rhythm of his frantically beating heart but as it was without remedy he refused to give it any regard, in case the very notion of his thought would somehow grant it further power. 
It had proven to work in the past. His state passing after a short crippling moment of inconvenience. Not this time. 
The priest collapses to the floor.

Not a single person in a thousand miles to truly care upon his absence. To appreciate or understand the life sacrifice he had committed to try build a better a brighter future, the daily struggle he endured to live a pure selfless existence offering everything of himself to the very people that regretted and despised his very actions, living for a greater good.

As his world suddenly faded to black and he was taken by a sudden departure he welcomed the abyss with a faint smile. The weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders and he no longer bore the burden or strain of others. 
Surely something better awaited him on the other side...