Casren had put to good work making sure the recent delivery was shackled in the basement before he set it aflame. If what the Knight had said, it was a demon, and should be treated as such. Pity it was a blemish on Humanity, else it would never have come into the crosshairs of the assassins, and would have never of met it's death in the dungeons.
Still brushing the soot from his clothes, Casren and two soldiers, bodyguards of sorts, appeared on the doorstep of Scarlet Devil Mansion. He was looking forward to this meeting. The old vampire didn't bother knocking, he simply waited to be noticed.
It would be soon, he thought, as the clouds would gather and darkness would fall on the area.