Norton was happily experimenting with his newly acquired abilities.
However, Priest Abraham, who had been bitten by bats, was not having such a good time.
Inside the mansion of Priest Abraham.
A beautiful nun in pure white robes gently applied medicine to the wound on Priest Abraham's neck, then carefully bandaged it.
As one of the rare heterosexuals within the Church, Priest Abraham's attention had always been fixated on this pretty nun, showing no concern whatsoever for the wound on his own neck.
After all, the wound truly didn't hurt, which was somewhat strange.
The nun's ample bosom was heavy and bounced with her movements.
If this were the Priest Abraham of old, he might have already reached out to test its weight, to confirm the boundless holiness of that heaviness.
But the current Priest Abraham paid little attention to the nun's chest; instead, he felt a lingering fascination with her delicate neck.
Warm blood flowed through the veins, moving ceaselessly from the carotid artery to ensure vitality and life, that scalding blood...Staring at the nun's smooth neck, Priest Abraham unconsciously swallowed, an eerie image involuntarily forming in his mind.
"Gulp!"
The sound of him swallowing brought Priest Abraham back to his senses. Feeling somewhat unsettled, he quickly diverted his attention.
"Strange, why did I think of that image?"
Priest Abraham twisted his neck, feeling the bandaged injury, then spoke, "That will be all."
"Yes, Father!" The beautiful nun nodded respectfully and withdrew from the room at Priest Abraham's gesture.
Watching the nun's retreating figure, Priest Abraham felt a growing heat in his body and a slight difficulty breathing.
It was as if the cross pendant on his chest was too heavy, pressing down on him and making each breath uncomfortable.
This made Priest Abraham twist his neck again involuntarily, feeling the oppressive weight of the cross even more keenly.
Irritated, he reached out, removed the cross, placed it reverently on the table, and stood up to leave the room.
Perhaps having been oppressed within the Church for too long, Priest Abraham harbored immense resentment. To vent this anger and to affirm his own power and status, he had specially built a cellar in his mansion to imprison and torture servants who made mistakes, thereby demonstrating his supreme authority.
The fact that the servants failed to rescue him promptly when he was attacked by the vampire bats last night was a grave error.
Thinking of this, Priest Abraham's restless heart calmed somewhat. Then, he quickly walked towards the cellar.
Though daylight was bright outside, the cellar in Priest Abraham's mansion remained dim.
The servant who had witnessed Priest Abraham being fed on by the bats last night was now stripped naked, hanging by his wrists in the cellar.
The cellar was dark, but the bloodstains splattered on the walls and the various cruel torture devices invented by Priest Abraham himself were still visible.
The servant, who had been hanging for hours, let out helpless moans; the pain in his suspended arms felt like they were being torn apart.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Clear footsteps sounded from the cellar entrance, catching the servant's attention.
"Lord Abraham, Lord Abraham, I was wrong, my Lord! I beg the greatest, most noble Lord Abraham for forgiveness!" It must be said, this servant was quite clever; knowing what Priest Abraham liked to hear, he deliberately chose these words.
Under normal circumstances, Priest Abraham might have been pleased enough to spare his life, merely torturing him for a few hours.
But today, Priest Abraham was not in a good mood.
"My Lord, the most powerful..."
Priest Abraham ignored the desperate pleas of the hanging servant behind him. The severe bloody scent in the basement caused that inexplicable desire he had suppressed earlier regarding the nun to surge back into his mind.
Veins bulged on Priest Abraham's forehead as he gripped the handles of the torture devices tightly, resisting this strange urge with all his might.
"Damn it! What's wrong with me? Could I have turned into a vampire?" The bloody scent floating in the air tormented Priest Abraham intensely.
He even entertained the thought of crouching against the wall to lick the stains.
This led him to involuntarily associate these changes with the vampires preached about in The Church.
"But vampires are resurrected from death; I've never died, so how could I become a vampire?" As the desire grew within him, Priest Abraham felt an increasing sense of baseless fear.
He was a priest, after all!
"No, no, no! Church members cannot become vampires. God's glory has long protected me; I cannot become a vampire, impossible!"
The fear in Priest Abraham's heart and the absurdity of turning into a vampire sparked a sudden, inexplicable rage. This anger made him roar loudly, but he remained completely unaware of the subtle changes occurring in his appearance.
Tiny traces of blood slowly spread across the whites of his eyes, though it was unnoticeable, resembling more the bloodshot eyes of someone who had stayed up all night.
His two front teeth were gradually sharpening and lengthening. Anyone who had seen vampire bat teeth would recognize that his were starting to resemble them.
The bloody scent in the air stimulated Priest Abraham's transformation. His angry roars and bizarre changes caused the hanging servant in the cellar to weep in terror, staring in extreme horror at Priest Abraham clinging to the torture devices, not daring to make another sound.
However, he didn't need to make a sound.
The faint noise of blood flowing through veins was now amplified infinitely in Priest Abraham's ears. The throbbing of a heart sounded like the most beautiful and captivating symphony.
Even the scorching body temperature of humans made Priest Abraham tremble with excitement.
The sweet bloody scent in the air was like the purest drug, attracting Priest Abraham's nerves, which were stretched to the breaking point.
"Haaaaaa~" A hissing sound escaped from Priest Abraham's mouth, unlike any sound a human could make.
With his back to the hanging servant, Priest Abraham, like a mechanical puppet, slowly turned his head under the servant's increasingly terrified gaze.
One bloodshot eye fixed itself firmly on the servant.
He could no longer restrain himself. He opened his mouth, revealing two fangs reminiscent of the classic vampire Nosferatu.
"Ahhh!!!"