Halleluya played through the speakers, as Johnathan's armored van crashed through the the roads. For miles around, vampires would be able to hear the ruckus. But his purpose wasn't to appear stealthily. His purpose was to strike fear into the heart of all that is evil. Under the song of angels, he would vanquish those who had shunned death, servants of the Devil. Eternal youth and inhuman strength, at the cost only of one's soul. This curse had been bestowed upon him, but he had heard God's Word. He could not be saved. Neither could any other vampire. The only Mercy that God would give to those who had given their soul to the Devil was death, and that Mercy was Johnathan's duty, his pride, in delivering. Let others try and speak to them, to try and save them. He would destroy them.