Chapter 15 - Clash of Faiths (4)
Before the whole fiasco of the Vampire Hunt over the precious prize game that was the Blood Prince of the Lasombra Clan, in another part of the Graz where Jeanne lived, she continued on the preparations for her dinner with Carl since she was the one to invite him.
Once again after long years she was feeling the thrill of being a young maiden, acting all fluttery and bubbly like a highschool girl meeting her crush.
Jeanne was trying her best to impress Carl with her cooking, still uncertain if a Vampire would even digest the food humans eat, but her previous diners nights with him at the restaurants convinced her deep down that there wasn't much of a difference in the biology of a Vampire compared to a human.
He didn't act uncomfortable while eating 'normal' food and could enjoy a good talk, and for sure a great mystery remained for her regarding his age. From her dates with him, she discovered that he was privy to many discussion topics, and even entertained some of her topics such as Books of diverse genres.
To her just the thought that Carl had this hobby of reading, even though it was from time to time as he mentioned, was enough to send her tails on fire, and widen her crush on him.
Was she too charmed by this mysterious man? For sure. Did she do anything to change that? No. The thrill of the chase for Jeanne was worth everything, and this feeling increased day by day when she couldn't see Carl as she wanted.
She wasn't angry that Carl would reject her hints of spending more time together, and initially in a moment of clarity, she thought that he was only interested in her because of her blood.
However, akin to a psychic reading minds, he caught onto her doubt and made sure to clear out some confusions by mentioning that if he was only interested in her blood, he wouldn't be entertaining the idea of going on a night date.
If he wanted blood, he wouldn't have wasted time to accommodate her feelings, take her needs in consideration and simply attacked her and drew out her blood before vanishing under the cover of the night, leaving her feeble, vulnerable and alone. And to rub salt in the wound, no one would even bother to believe her since Vampires are the stuff that would put her into a psych ward for being schizophrenic.
From those talks with Carl she reached the conclusion that she shouldn't mess around with his boundaries, and that he was giving off the vibe of a 'great man'. He cared enough for her to spend time with her, and they were only on the 'dating' stage, and she shouldn't get ahead of herself.
Yet, as a woman, Jeanne wanted to have Carl all for herself, to monopolize all of his attention and love for her. The thought that he would spend time with other women beside her, played a bit with her mind, but with a reluctant sigh, she got along with her day. He wasn't cheating or anything, nor did he specify he was seeing other women.
Such that for her dinner plans she went the extra-mile to impress her lover, wearing a smile on her gorgeous face as she cooked with 'Heart' just like her mother taught her.
What she was missing out was that she had outsider guests staring at her smiling face, wearing slight awkward expressions especially after she began swinging a bit her waist like an enamored young girl. The perplexing thing was that the ones spying on her were two young nuns which didn't fit with the setting of the night.
Everything going around Graz was already bizarre to say the least, just looking at the blonde lady the two nuns couldn't help but scratch their heads, since the behavior Jeanne was giving wasn't off a mindless puppet enthralled by a Vampire to be his feeding point.
"I'm starting to doubt that this lady is connected with a Vampire. I mean… look at her." remarked the long blue-haired nun in her stoic tone having a bit of a challenge in comprehending the situation.
"She looks like one of my Junior-High colleagues who is dating her boyfriend. Acting all in love."
"You have legit reasons to suspect that she is connected to the target we saw being suspicious and couldn't find even though we tried so much. I believe that what you've seen at the Coffee Shop isn't false, Irina. Protestants tend to exaggerate on what they believe, but I'll let it pass."
"Ohh come on, as if you Catholics aren't exaggerating all the time? Want me to tell you again about how wrong the Inquisition was? Also, there are high chances that it was done under the possession of an Ultimate Devil, Astaroth."
"It's all in the past, the Vatican has reformed a lot in the current years."
"It's because you guys have lost the power and privileges granted to you by the State."
Xenovia frowned a bit as she stared at Irina as she was giving her a history lesson about the past crimes of the Vatican, and she did fire back with her own arguments since Irina as an Anglican/Protestant was under the thumb and mercy of the whims of a Monarch.
They went along back and forth like cats fighting over territory, and only the meows were missing and a cat fight, lucky for the neighborhood, Xenovia wanted to show that she was far more mature than Irina, and brushed off the subject, reminding her of their mission.
"OK, I got it, you Protestants are all petty and all. Tell your problems to His Holiness or Her Majesty the Queen of England, not me. For now, let's focus on our target. I think the Vampire would be arriving anytime soon, so remove your traces of holy power from Mimic."
"... Urgh, you're really annoying, have you heard that. Ahh, right I also told you since meeting."
"Sush. I can feel a new presence. The newcomer put on a subspace barrier sealing off this region of the town."
"Wait… This is way too sketchy. If that lady is expecting her lover, why would the Vampire bother with a subspace barrier?"
The two girls finally had a sharp awakening and took their mission seriously when out of nowhere two individuals appeared before Jeanne's doorsteps. Breathing out in relief, of course, inwardly, that they suppressed any signs of their presence, they watched with doubtful eyes.
Xenovia who knew a bit of information about the Vampire Clans in the zones of Conflict such as Germany, Austria and Romania from her Instructor/Guardian who was also akin to a Mother-figure, couldn't help but take notice of the crest those two men wearing leather jackets were displaying proudly.
The crest was displaying a crimson crown with clear darkness shadows flaring up, but what set her mind gears turning was at the heart of the Crown, where the Cross of Saint Peter was displayed as a mockery to the Lord's Sacrifices, since the beings using it on their imagery were demonic beings.
What was once a noble symbol of humbleness of Saint Peter, was claimed by the demonic as a sign of their Dark Lord, Satan.
From their appearances while in the open, Xenovia could tell they were Vampires. Their red, emotionless eyes were quite explicit and telling for the young Exorcist.
'The more we search, the deeper we succumb into the Abyss. Why are those proud royalist bastards stepping out in the Human World? Grisselda told me that they aren't interested in the Human World, and have plenty of humans serving themselves on their platter to satisfy their desires.'
'Lasombra… This one will be tricky, since the Aura they are displaying is akin to a High-Class type.'
Xenovia could sense their repulsing aura as they stared at Jeanne's front door, their aura reeking of their demonic essence. Irina sensed this danger and got a bit nervous from a distance, only to get a slight pat from her, to reassure her that she was there for her.
'No way this nice lady is connected to Lasombra. Or, are they after the one we also search?'
She tried to connect the dots, figuring the reasons for the powerful Vampires arrival, and while her mind was going overdrive, she saw one of the Vampires, a blonde man with an otherworldly appearance knock on the door, still with an expressionless face the entire time.
'Should I attack now? If they harm her I wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight. No. Let's wait a bit before acting. I will get some information that is worth waiting for. They wouldn't want to kill her since they want to get to the same target as us.'
With the knocking done, Irina saw Jeanne stop whatever she was doing in the kitchen, quickly rush over to a mirror to check her appearance, then from there she lost track of what she was doing, but Xenovia saw her open the door, freezing in place under the dark presence of the two mysterious visitors.
Jeanne, who expected Carl to arrive anytime, sprinted with a beaming smile, opened and thankfully didn't let her emotions run wild and jump into his embrace, especially now that she saw who checked on her.
She froze in place, and goosebumps spread all over her body from the eerie presence those individuals were giving off. She looked at them, and even thought they had handsome appearances, just their presence and passive aura sent her into dread.
"..."
As someone slashed her with a bucket of cold water, she backtrack into her house, holding tight on her door, and attempted the Civil Route, maybe they got the wrong address?
Seeing how they only looked at her, their crimson eyes reminding her of Carl, but unlike his charming, warm eyes that were like an inferno, she was watched by their murky gazes like some lowly reject not worth their attention and even breathing the same air.
"... How can I help you, gentlemen? I think you've mistaken the address." Jeanne waited for a few seconds for the men to respond, and with the idea that her message was sent across, she decided to close the door.
She stopped when the blonde man who was a step ahead finally looked at her, it was in that moment where her spine felt a chill like never before.
"Lowly woman, tell us, where is your Sire? Our Master has unresolved business with him."
Their red eyes gazing at the blonde beauty with cold arrogance, as if she was just a lowly creature beneath their world. Even her beauty, in their eyes, was just a pile of flesh that would deteriorate in a couple of years, while their eternal youth would keep them in their pristine shape.
'Sire? Why is this terminology reminding me of that Novel I've read on Vampires? Are they referring to Carl? Wait… No, it's not worth thinking about that at this moment. I'm sure he has good intentions for me.'
'They probably can smell Carl's fragrance on me, and if they are after him… They are dangerous.'
"Wait? Pardon? Sir, I don't know where that is coming from, but I'm pretty sure you got the wrong person. That one I'm sure. Still, I wish you a pleasant night, and hope you find the one you were looking for." By this time Jeanne barely managed to keep together as she was trying to gaslight those Vampires, and deep down she could tell that they smelled her fear and also picked on her heartbeat and lies.
She was reminded of how easily Carl could see into her, and get so deep in her heart while she was shielding herself.
"Goodbye."
With her attempt to end this conversation without giving them much reason to believe she had anything to do with whatever 'Sire' they referred to, she closed her door in their face. She felt too scared to think this through, but she felt how the door stopped from budging as the blonde Vampire stepped forward like a ghost, giving Jeanne a shock, as he planted his feet with one step inside her house.
"Mister, this is trespassing! I'll call the police!"
The arsenal of self-defense of a Modern World woman was limited against those who wanted to cause them harm, but for Jeanne who was up against the supernatural it left her without a way out, expecting to pray in her heart that Carl would come and save her.
Wasn't the Legend that Vampires required to be invited inside before getting into their victims homes? Would Garlic fend them off like the Evil Spirits they were?
… No, it would work. She saw Carl eat pasta and she could swear that the sauce was garlicky. He was just fine, and sent her into Bliss that night after their dinner.
Backing away as the blonde Vampire forced his way inside, he gazed down at her whole being, and in doing so, the second guy, a brown-haired man in his early 30s by his appearance delivered his snobbish remark while doing so.
"Orlok, I've told you it would be a waste of time talking with those dumb humans. Let's grab her, torture her to reveal Krassius's location and kill him while he is at his weakest. Prince Lotharius orders take priority over morals of conduct in the Masquerade."
"Orders above the Masquerade when it comes to the Prince, but we're still Nobles of the Night. Let's not give a shameless appearance to this woman, Wisborg. I do think of playing a bit with this woman since she gives off Krassius's scent all over her."
"It's annoying smelling his disgusting ooze. That ungrateful traitor. If you're not doing it Orlok, let me turn her into my Thrall. I'll turn her into my toy and present her to Krassius. I'm sure he'll come to regret slapping the Lasombra Clan's face."
"Do you want to have one over our Master? Wisborg, learn your place."
"Tsk, of course, I didn't mean to say it like this. Of course, Master Lotharius can have the first round with this bitch, then me, and you… Or do you want to share her with me at the same time? We're like brothers anyway. Different Generation, but we're close."
Wisborg continued one while giving Jeanne a twisted grin as he extended his hand at her, revealing his long nails while his features were more inclined into the Vampiric State that Carl was always making sure to suppress.
"Swine, you'll come with us." By this point, he used his supernatural agility to grab hold of Jeanne, but to his slight surprise, the woman dropped to the floor, dodging his grabbing arm.
Unknown if she could see his movement or if she acted on instinct, he was a bit perplexed that a human could respond in time.
Jeanne, before Wisborg attacked, felt a stinging pain on her leg which made her drop to the floor, and the pain was reminiscent of an insect bite but where the pain was increased. With her whole body feeling weightless, she felt an invisible force pushing her back into her home.
Her heart raced with terror, her mind frantically searched for a way out of the nightmare unfolding before her. She knew that calling for help was her only chance at survival, but the vampires' menacing presence filled her with a paralyzing fear.
"Please, someone help me!" Jeanne cried out, her voice trembling with desperation. "Please, anyone!" Her cries were meant for Carl to pick on them, since she could feel that he was on his way based on the fact he was still alive while facing those two vampires.
What she missed was that her cries made the two Exorcists wait their best time to strike and question their reasons for fighting against the Demonic and Evil. Irina felt that she was betraying Jeanne's pleading cry, but Xenovia remained resolute on her decision to bide her time and wait, she could feel that there was a different Demonic Presence inside the House that didn't belong to the Vampires.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the blonde vampire, Orlok, advanced further into her home, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over her. Jeanne's heart pounded in her chest as she backed away, her mind racing with thoughts of how to escape this nightmare.
Nonetheless, he extended his hand to stop Wisborg from acting, as he could tell that there was an Evil Spirit in this House and unexpectedly it was protecting the human.
Wisborg couldn't tell why Orlok would bother with stopping him from catching the woman that even dared to dodge his grab and humiliate him in the process.
He spoke up with a cruel grin on his lips, his tone dripping with malice. "Enough games, Orlok. Why make me wait, I'll just put this woman under a Hypnosis and be done with," he hissed, his voice sending a chill down Jeanne's spine. "Besides, you continue to deny your involvement with Krassius, but his mark is all smeared on you. We know you're hiding something."
Just as Wisborg moved in to capture her once more, a sudden commotion erupted from within the house as the hidden 'something' that was kept by Jeanne finally revealed itself with a sudden surge of movement that erupted from beneath her clothing.
Jeanne's eyes widened in shock as she felt the presence of the Blood Spider, the guardian entity Carl had bestowed upon her for protection.
"Arachne!" She knew that this entity was meant to protect her against her ex if he would even dare to create another conflict with her over their differences, and in its small form she never thought that it would be able to fight off those Vampires. "Careful!"
The small arachnid, previously concealed under Jeanne's clothing, now revealed itself in all its horrifying glory. It had grown in size, its crimson body pulsating with dark energy as it lunged forward with startling speed.
With a guttural screech, the Blood Spider launched itself at Wisborg, its razor-sharp legs poised to strike. Wisborg, caught off guard by the sudden attack, barely had time to react as the spider's corrosive blood sprayed forth, burning through his flesh with merciless efficiency
The vampire cried out in agony as the acidic substance ate away at his skin, causing him to stumble backwards in shock. Orlok, looked at the 'Blood Familiar' with slight surprise before his expression returned to its cold indifference, as if he was only taken aback that Carl would waste his power to put a Familiar to defend a lowly human.
He wanted to give his partner a helping hand but Wisborg's thrashing movements hindered his efforts to assist.
Meanwhile, Jeanne watched in awe and horror as her unexpected savior unleashed its fury upon her would-be captor. Despite the terror that gripped her heart, she couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards the Blood Spider, but in her mind, the sparks of hope as she imagined Carl bursting through the door, his strong arms wrapping around her protectively as he defeated the Vampires with ease.
But deep down, she knew that such fantasies were nothing more than wishful thinking, and the harsh reality of her situation began to set in with the Blood Spider standing in front of her, giving its protection to its Mistress.
"Huh? What the fuck is this insect? A Blood Familiar? Seems a bit off. Tsk."
"I knew Krassius was insane, but to think he would even put a familiar to look after a lowly human. You can't expect much from a bunch of inferior beings, a Dhampir is still half worthy to breathe the same air as us."
As Wisborg's wound began to regenerate before their eyes, his expression twisted into a cruel grin, his confidence bolstered by the sight of his rapidly healing flesh. With a swift motion, he withdrew a massive two-handed sword from a dark subspace, its blade gleaming with malevolent energy as he brandished it with a primal grin.
In the face of his partner's fury and rage, Orlok simply watched unbothered by the current progress, in fact he wanted to find out how strong that Blood Familiar was since it came from the infamous Blood Prince who struck horror in the whole Lasombra Clan.
"You'll pay for that, insect," he snarled, his voice dripping with venomous malice as he charged forward, his sword raised high, ready to strike down the Blood Spider. His eyes burned with a feral hunger as he anticipated the kill, relishing the opportunity to assert his dominance over the creature that dared to challenge him.
With Wisborg lunged forward with a savage roar, his sword arcing through the air with a powerful momentum, the Blood Spider braced itself for the impending impact. With lightning-fast reflexes, it dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike as Wisborg's blade sliced through the air with a terrifying whoosh, destroying a part of Jeanne's home.
With a hiss of frustration, Wisborg spun around, his eyes blazing with fury as he prepared to launch another attack. But before he could strike again, the Blood Spider retaliated with a swift counterattack, its razor-sharp legs slicing through the air, sending the blood of the Vampire flying all around the living room.
Wisborg cursed under his breath as he felt the sharp sting of the Blood Spider's strikes, his flesh burning with pain as the creature's corrosive blood ate away at his skin. With a roar of rage, he swung his sword once more, determined to crush the insect beneath his heel.
With each strike of Wisborg's sword, the Blood Spider screeched in pain, its crimson form writhing in pain as the vampire's blade sliced through its flesh, but unlike what expectations Wisborg had over this fight, the Blood Spider continued to counterattack, managing to wound him..
For a couple of minutes the fight seemed balanced from outside spectacles, but for Orlok who watched in silence, the sight of his partner acting like a roid-raged moron in his attacks that were all telegraphed, he couldn't stand seeing him humiliate himself even if Jeanne couldn't keep up with the movements put on display.
Sensing an opportunity to deliver the final blow, Wisborg lunged forward with a savage roar, his sword raised high above his head. But before he could strike, Orlok suddenly intervened, his movements so swift and fluid that they seemed almost otherworldly.
"What the fuck, are you doing? This is my fight."
In a blur of motion, Orlok withdrew a demonic longsword from a dark subspace, its blade gleaming with malevolent energy as he brandished it with a primal grin. With a feral hunger burning in his eyes, he charged forward with a speed that Jeanne could barely comprehend, his sword poised to strike down anyone in sight.
"I've had enough of you, moron. Just the image of you struggling against a damned Familiar makes me sick in the stomach. It's a fucking Blood Familiar, and you couldn't put an end to it in 5 minutes."
"..."
Seeing how Orlok, who even by his standards as a Captain of the Lasombra Clan, was considered too arrogant of a bastard for his own good. Apart from being an ass kisser for Prince Lotharius, he wasn't that much better than him, apart from being specialized in agility.
The Blood Spider, caught off guard by Orlok's sudden attack, barely had time to react as the vampire's blade descended upon it with devastating force. With a sickening crunch, the creature's exoskeleton shattered under the weight of the blow, its agonized screeches filling the room as it crumpled to the ground in a mangled heap.
"Pathetic."
Jeanne, her heart heavy with despair, watched in horror as her beloved guardian was torn apart before her eyes, its once formidable form reduced to nothing more than a shattered husk.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out in anguish, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "NOOO! Why do you bunch have to be such monsters? With what has Carl upset you? He's just trying to live his life as a normal person without hurting anyone."
Orlok, with a cruel smirk, turned his attention to Jeanne, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement.
"To my disappointment, this Familiar isn't even that strong. Pathetic human, you even got attached to that insect? Are you furious that you couldn't do anything to change the situation? Continue crying for me. I love women's tears, regardless of their Race," Orlok taunted, his words dripping with contempt as he relished in Jeanne's anguish.
Meanwhile, Wisborg's frustration reached a boiling point as he felt the sting of the Blood Spider's attacks, his flesh burning with pain. "Orlok, I didn't need your help to deal with that insect. I'm obviously stronger than a damned Familiar, it was just annoying to catch it, since it's an insect."
"Urgh, humiliated and even getting my clothes dirty. A good way to end my night," Wisborg grumbled, his voice laced with annoyance as he continued to lash out at the now disintegrating creature.
Despite Jeanne's desperate pleas, the Blood Spider fought on with abandon of its safety and solely focused on protecting Jeanne, even enveloping her into a cocoon of Blood. With each strike, it seemed to grow weaker, its once fierce roars now reduced to a pitiful state.
But just as all hope seemed lost, a surge of energy rippled through the room as the scattered remains of the Blood Spider began to coalesce into a shimmering pool of crimson light. Wisborg and Orlok stepped back in shock as the Blood Spider began to regenerate, its form glowing with a malicious aura that reminded them of Krassius's abominable power.
The Blood Spider let out a deafening roar, its crimson eyes blazing with fury as it prepared for its final stand. Jeanne, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope, watched in awe as her guardian prepared to protect her once more.
"Arachne, don't fight them. Go hide, don't worry about me. They are looking for Carl, I'll not give them the satisfaction of harming him," Jeanne pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion as she reached out to the creature.
But her words fell on deaf ears as the Blood Spider lunged forward with renewed vigor, its razor-sharp legs poised to strike. Orlok, with an otherworldly speed, moved to intercept the creature, his longsword flashing with deadly intent as he prepared to deliver the final blow.
As the two clashed in a fierce battle, Jeanne could only watch in horror as the room was engulfed in a whirlwind of blood. With each strike, the walls shook and the ground trembled beneath her feet, leaving her feeling more helpless than ever before.
"No, no. What have I done? Arachne, why?" Jeanne whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of chaos that surrounded her. But there was no answer, only the eerie silence of the aftermath as she was left to mourn the loss of her beloved guardian in solitude.
The blood cocoon started to slowly crumble, leaving the aftermath of the clash between the Blood Spider and the two Lasombra Vampires, a destroyed interior of her house living room, hallway, kitchen and other base level floor rooms.
She was holding her hands to her face, all bloody, not with her own blood, but this sight brought her directly into a nightmare that wouldn't be able to compare with anything else she ever experienced in her 27 years of living as a normal human.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat
"Why do monsters like you walk free, unpunished by God? It's because of people like you that Carl has to flee and hide, to look over his shoulder! It's you people that paint someone like him into a Monster!"
Her words hung heavy in the air, charged with a raw emotion that seemed to reverberate through the room. She could feel the weight of her own grief pressing down on her, threatening to consume her whole, but beneath it all, there simmered a fierce anger that burned like a wildfire.
The dread she was feeling, along with another mix of emotions she could hardly describe as an emotional woman, just staring at those Vampires that ruined her house and night, her fear of the unknown turned into hate. She wanted to kill those Vampires with her own two hands that were now smeared with Arachne's remains.
Orlok, his expression twisted into a sneer of disdain, scoffed at her words. "Pitiful woman, instead of asking God to send his judgment on us, you should pray to us that we don't send the whole Human World into Terror."
He continues on by taunting her, his voice dripping with contempt "This World we live in is Unfair, and simply follows the Law of the Strongest. Since you're weaker, it's in my whole right to do whatever I want with you."
Jeanne's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to contain the seething rage that threatened to consume her. She refused to cower before these monsters, refused to let them see her fear.
"Exactly, you stupid swine," Wisborg chimed in, his voice laced with malice. "Now, let me turn you into my Thrall."
Just hearing those snide remarks of the Vampires before her, it fueled her anger to clearly supernatural levels as her blue eyes began to give off a hue of golden light.
Even if she couldn't kill those monsters. She wanted to at least put a nail into their cruel, monstrous hearts.
'I wasn't much of a believer in my life even if the whole of my family is Catholic. But… if God truly exists, grant me the power to hurt those monsters.'
As if God listened to her deepest desires and will, her eyes began to flash lightly with a Golden Light, while her body began emitting some particles of holy light.
A soft, golden light begins to emanate from her outstretched hands. The air around her seems to shimmer with anticipation as the sacred energy within her stirs.
The raw emotions of injustice and desire to seek vengeance on the Vampires who harmed her little companion that she got accustomed to in her daily life the past two weeks, boiled over, spilling up.
She wasn't that angry, not even against her cheating ex-fiancee.
Gradually, three glowing nails materialize in the air before her, each one pulsating with a radiant light that illuminates the surroundings. The nails hover gracefully in mid-air, suspended by the power of the wielder's will.
"Orlok, what the fuck is going on? Out of nowhere she's giving off this dangerous vibe." Wisborg muttered, his voice laced with uncertainty as he eyed Jeanne warily.
Orlok, however, remained calm and collected, his gaze fixed on Jeanne with a newfound interest. "This one is an interesting turn of events. Don't attack her, let's see what she's up to."
As the Divine Nails fully materialize, they begin to spin slowly around the beautiful blonde woman, forming a halo of divine energy that encircles her like a protective barrier. The light emanating from the nails bathes her in a warm, ethereal glow, enhancing her beauty and radiance.
The vampires watched this display, especially Orlok who showed fascination at the process that he couldn't help but think was a 'Sacred Gear Awakening'.
"Prepare yourself for round two, Wisborg."
It was Jeanne herself who broke the silence, her voice rising in a primal scream that echoed through the shattered remnants of her home. Her words reverberated with a fierce intensity, carrying with them the full force of her wrath.
Nolonger was she the fearful and hurt beauty, as her expression turned into something akin to a Banshee.
"This time I have the power to kill you bat bastards! God has allowed me a second chance at life!"
The two High-Class Vampires didn't take Jeanne seriously, especially Wisborg, but Orlok couldn't help but frown a bit while checking the amount of power building up inside Jeanne's body. What was more nasty from his view, was that this power wasn't of a Neutral-type like most Sacred Gears, no, far from it, it was the disgusting Holy Power.
It was clear from the way she reacted that it was all subconscious, and she didn't have true control over the Sacred Gear, but the next action of the blonde woman triggered some goosebumps as they evaded her attack.
With a gesture of her hand, the beautiful blonde woman commands the Divine Nails to unleash their power. The nails respond to her will, emitting beams of piercing light that shoot forth with incredible speed, grazing the flesh of Orlok, while Wisborg got pierced by one of the Nails which made him scream like a wounded wild beast, his flesh beginning to burn in an instant.
The wound on Orlok's shoulder was akin to a hot-knife going along butter, while Wisborg got a nail pierced straight in his left thigh.
"Impossible. Sure, I understand that nasty Holy Power would sting, but this much? What the fuck are those Nails?" Wisborg exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he clutched his injured thigh, blood oozing from the wound, but it showed signs of boiling from the Nail that stuck him.
"Nails? Could it be? The Nails of Christ? … I only heard of this Sacred Gear in Books, rarely being awakened, the last apparition was in the 18th century. A nun from Millan… Is this woman related to that nun?" Wisborg pondered aloud, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"It doesn't matter." Orlok declared, his voice dripping with calculated cunning "I kind of guessed why Krassius would mark this woman with his scent. Now, this one will be a great gift for Prince Lotharius, and I'm sure he would love to stab the dagger deeper into Krassius's wounds."
They still had their confident arrogance, not thinking much apart from their initial surprise when Jeanne attacked the Vampires with the Holy Light of the Nails, and while she didn't understand what was going on, she could feel that there was something burning in her heart, not harmful, it almost felt like when Carl would bite her neck.
'Is this the Mana that Carl talked about? I have this feeling that I'm invincible and can punish those evil Vampires.'