Damien's eyes flashed at the prospect of unsuspecting prey. "Is that so? That sounds delicious...However....my Lady, I cannot lead you to such atrocious territory at this time of day. Your safety comes first." Well, at least he knew priority. You couldn't blame him for that. "My species does not necessarily need to feed on flesh," he continued. "If it's edible, I will consume anything. As such..." He glanced at the rising sun outside. It would be mid-morning soon.

"I believe this is what you humans call, "breakfast"? I shall take the liberty of making us both meals." With that, he led Angela into the abandoned kitchen. Taking in the eerie sight, his grin widened an inch. Now then, Angela would witness the butler aspect of his eternal services.

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Not at all impressed by Selene's handiwork, Vincent took a long draw of the now burning cigar. "Tell me Selene. You made sure to butcher every last member of my family, yes?" He fixed her with a cold, hard stare now. "I take it we won't be having any visitors, right? I intend to visit the old manor just to make sure everything....is in order."