Cassandra Kiramman sat in front of the Kindred's altar. The former materiarch remained motionless as she waited for the embodiment of death.
"I've come to make good on our deal."
The altar which was once empty found itself filled with a gust of wind that blew all the candles away, but the moment darkness took over a new blueish glow replaced it, showing the two hunters sitting there, looking bored.
"Yes, a deal we made, haven't we old huntress? What was it that was promised Wolf?" Lamb was eating an apple, making sure the CRUNCH sound would echo.
"I cannot remember, though I heard rumblings of 'putty in her hands' from somewhere?" Laughs and leans forward, a claw reaching for Cassandra.
"Reminds us, mortal."
"What was the deal?"
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