"Hmpf. You're no fun." 

Staying in the current form he was in, Damien finished cleaning the wound on his master's neck before putting the supplies away. Leading Angela out into the grand hallway, he looked down on her to give her a knowing smirk. "Before we go hunting for answers, my Lady, there is something of current and dire interest that I must voice aloud before we continue." His grin got wider.

"I seek food. Now."

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Somewhere, not too far away from the mansion, was a small hotel. Big enough to accompany the guest of the hour here of course, but small enough to lay low. At least, for the time being. Sitting in the dingy room on the equally filthy bed was a man with hair that looked liked some cross between being blonde and brunette. He wore naught by a dark jacket, pants, and some shades that hid well the scar running down his face.

Vincent Croffin had fallen low. Lower than dirt. This...all of this was now his new kindgom. Something to rule everlasting now. How annoying.

Snapping his fingers, the man took out a fresh cigar. "Selene! Get over here and make yourself useful."