All Chapters of In the Darkness of City Blocks: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

- More guests? kill the impudent ones, two spectators are enough for us. the old man says irritably.Holding the bloody Morgenstern Ascadal in their hands, together with the Lord of the Shadows, obediently disappeared behind the forest of columns, going straight to the growing source of sound. The Ancient One watches as waves of energy pass through the woman and saturate Conrod's body, the Ancient One's eyes lit up in anticipation. Suddenly, something flew by and hit the column hard, breaking a solid piece out of it. It was Askadal, he lost his bearings and tried to get up, leaning with difficulty on his trembling hands. A figure in a dark robe looked curiously in the direction from which the ancient vampire had flown. the columns crackled and with a loud noise scattered before the intruder. Alud, unmistakably understood who it was, seeing red burning eyes approaching in the darkness. It was a werewolf. He walked, pulsing with a reddish light. In one of his paws, the Lord of the Shad

The werewolf walked away from the dilapidated hall. As soon as Brook-ta-man ceased to feel the presence of the ancient, he immediately rushed to Eliza. After examining her, he saw that Eliza's spine was broken. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up. When Alud came closer, he saw Konrod with burning eyes greedily drinking blood from a puddle. Alud stood up as if rooted to the spot. Conrod turned dark and greedily drank the ancient blood. His broken bones were set back into place before his eyes. Conrod abruptly stopped drinking and looked at Alud, his eyes glowing purple. Alud looked ruefully at the worried vampire and went to the center of the hall to see if Conrod was still alive. Conrod lay in a large pool of blood of Amon-ankh-Ptah, the body of the ancient still twitching and slowly drying up.

Julia looked ahead of her with an unseeing gaze. Sad look, even breathing, she seemed to freeze, thinking about what happened last night. The day was rapidly fading away, giving way to the second cycle. The body felt energized. But she paid no attention to it. Immersed in her thoughts, not noticing how her feelings took on a different form of sensitivity, more subtle and varied, sitting by Alud's bed, she gently squeezed his hand. About three hours ago his convulsions had stopped and he was sleeping peacefully. The wounds healed, leaving behind small whitish lines. The hand suddenly twitched. Julia, interrupting the course of her thoughts, carefully looked at Alud. Under thin skin, eyeballs moved. The eyelids lifted, gathering the skin into micro folds, exposing the shiny surface of the eye. A dark pupil with a burgundy cut looks ahead, a sharp look, filled with power. For a second, looking around the environment, along the way listening to his body, whether it was healthy, Alud turne