Chapter 20
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This blood ministration he'd had not only healed him, it had given him superhuman strength and a miraculous ability to heal and come back to life. He was still unable to grasp the extent of his ability. He decided to continue on his way and watch out for that mob he had just witnessed from above. He went up the street and observed the deserted houses and what used to be Inns and shops left and right. Then he saw them. Crucifixes were fixed on the ground on each side of the serpentine street. These crucifixes were on fire and seemed to hold something that had been long dead. On closer inspection, Surgit observed with horror all the corpses of what looked like men-beasts. These people had bandages on their eyes wore only undergarments to hide their private parts. They were fully transformed into beasts at that point. Only their humanoid body remained. Fur had covered their skin and their open mouths showed canine teeth. They were bound to the crucifixes by nails and chains.
He could see a light emanating from a window on his left, and a lantern similar to the one he'd seen on Gilbert's window hanging at the entrance door of the house. He approached the door and knocked. A man's voice could be heard on the other side: "Who would open his door to an outsider like you? Be gone from here." This was definitely a Yharnamite. All tales about them being unfriendly was true. Surgit had gotten used to people treating him in that fashion. Though irritated, he decided to carry on. The thought of the patrol still haunted his mind. And all the corpses on fire made him feel uneasy and hunted. He needed to get out of this street and fast.
He reached what seemed to be the end of the street. He could see more carriages parked on each end of it. The street turned left and Surgit, following the road found himself facing a harrowing image. He was standing in what appeared to be the town square. Stagecoaches were parked on the side of the road and in the middle of the square stood an enormous crucifix. A huge werewolf was tied to the crucifix and was being burned. It looked like a witch execution but with werewolves instead of women. Around the crucifix stood around twenty men, all of them were armed. None of them had noticed Surgit. They were all looking at the beast burning. Surgit could see that beyond the crucifix there was a closed door. Something terrible was banging at it. On top of the door, a long bridge seemed to take carts and cars to the other side of the city. "That's where I need to go" he whispered to himself. He started walking slowly backwards and thinking of a way out of the place. He could see two railings surrounding the square. Both of them took to the other side of the big barricaded door. "Click!" with the corner of his eye, Surgit saw a man behind him pointing a gun at his head.
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This blood ministration he'd had not only healed him, it had given him superhuman strength and a miraculous ability to heal and come back to life. He was still unable to grasp the extent of his ability. He decided to continue on his way and watch out for that mob he had just witnessed from above. He went up the street and observed the deserted houses and what used to be Inns and shops left and right. Then he saw them. Crucifixes were fixed on the ground on each side of the serpentine street. These crucifixes were on fire and seemed to hold something that had been long dead. On closer inspection, Surgit observed with horror all the corpses of what looked like men-beasts. These people had bandages on their eyes wore only undergarments to hide their private parts. They were fully transformed into beasts at that point. Only their humanoid body remained. Fur had covered their skin and their open mouths showed canine teeth. They were bound to the crucifixes by nails and chains.
He could see a light emanating from a window on his left, and a lantern similar to the one he'd seen on Gilbert's window hanging at the entrance door of the house. He approached the door and knocked. A man's voice could be heard on the other side: "Who would open his door to an outsider like you? Be gone from here." This was definitely a Yharnamite. All tales about them being unfriendly was true. Surgit had gotten used to people treating him in that fashion. Though irritated, he decided to carry on. The thought of the patrol still haunted his mind. And all the corpses on fire made him feel uneasy and hunted. He needed to get out of this street and fast.
He reached what seemed to be the end of the street. He could see more carriages parked on each end of it. The street turned left and Surgit, following the road found himself facing a harrowing image. He was standing in what appeared to be the town square. Stagecoaches were parked on the side of the road and in the middle of the square stood an enormous crucifix. A huge werewolf was tied to the crucifix and was being burned. It looked like a witch execution but with werewolves instead of women. Around the crucifix stood around twenty men, all of them were armed. None of them had noticed Surgit. They were all looking at the beast burning. Surgit could see that beyond the crucifix there was a closed door. Something terrible was banging at it. On top of the door, a long bridge seemed to take carts and cars to the other side of the city. "That's where I need to go" he whispered to himself. He started walking slowly backwards and thinking of a way out of the place. He could see two railings surrounding the square. Both of them took to the other side of the big barricaded door. "Click!" with the corner of his eye, Surgit saw a man behind him pointing a gun at his head.
This blood ministration he'd had not only healed him, it had given him superhuman strength and a miraculous ability to heal and come back to life. He was still unable to grasp the extent of his ability. He decided to continue on his way and watch out for that mob he had just witnessed from above. He went up the street and observed the deserted houses and what used to be Inns and shops left and right. Then he saw them. Crucifixes were fixed on the ground on each side of the serpentine street. These crucifixes were on fire and seemed to hold something that had been long dead. On closer inspection, Surgit observed with horror all the corpses of what looked like men-beasts. These people had bandages on their eyes wore only undergarments to hide their private parts. They were fully transformed into beasts at that point. Only their humanoid body remained. Fur had covered their skin and their open mouths showed canine teeth. They were bound to the crucifixes by nails and chains.He could see a light emanating from a window on his left, and a lantern similar to the one he'd seen on Gilbert's window hanging at the entrance door of the house. He approached the door and knocked. A man's voice could be heard on the other side: "Who would open his door to an outsider like you? Be gone from here." This was definitely a Yharnamite. All tales about them being unfriendly was true. Surgit had gotten used to people treating him in that fashion. Though irritated, he decided to carry on. The thought of the patrol still haunted his mind. And all the corpses on fire made him feel uneasy and hunted. He needed to get out of this street and fast.He reached what seemed to be the end of the street. He could see more carriages parked on each end of it. The street turned left and Surgit, following the road found himself facing a harrowing image. He was standing in what appeared to be the town square. Stagecoaches were parked on the side of the road and in the middle of the square stood an enormous crucifix. A huge werewolf was tied to the crucifix and was being burned. It looked like a witch execution but with werewolves instead of women. Around the crucifix stood around twenty men, all of them were armed. None of them had noticed Surgit. They were all looking at the beast burning. Surgit could see that beyond the crucifix there was a closed door. Something terrible was banging at it. On top of the door, a long bridge seemed to take carts and cars to the other side of the city. "That's where I need to go" he whispered to himself. He started walking slowly backwards and thinking of a way out of the place. He could see two railings surrounding the square. Both of them took to the other side of the big barricaded door. "Click!" with the corner of his eye, Surgit saw a man behind him pointing a gun at his head.
