Character: Maya. Page 2

Well, let you're evil. This will not prevent you to go forward. Enjoy it. Don't be sorry about anything. Now it's your nature. Take it.

- You'll get sick. You can't drink. You need the blood.
Thierry jumped up, shaking with rage, anger and helplessness.
- How about yours?
- How cute! But it won't help. You need the blood of living beings.

- Oh, Hecate, Dark Mother...
- Leave! Don't pray, please, and especially this old hag.

- ... you're going too far.
Someone has to do it.

- And anyway, you're not real!
- Well and that! Look at that girl's Boobs too fake, but nobody runs and screams: "Oh, fake Breasts!"
Is a different thing: her Breasts you can touch, you won't!
Oh, you want to touch her Breasts???

Remember, I said that the most important thing to learn to trust, and you paused and said, no, the most important thing to learn to forgive.