Atlas' POV
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Atlanta Georgia, 12:15 AM
The Stormwood coven's main gathering point ever since the move to America was this city. Teeming with decades of supernatural history.
Atlas had gotten back a while ago but was still trying to settle in. He walked the streets downtown, hands in his jacket's pockets and mind running.
Earlier today he'd reached out to Celeste via a new astral projection skill he learned. She seemed alright. But he could sense she wasn't okay deep down. Of course, she wasn't.
Especially with all she discovered about Azrael.
Nyx… mother of the night.
Now it made sense why she was called that throughout the centuries. She created vampires—the children of the night. Supernaturals who rule the night.
But what did this mean for them?
Were there… more like Azrael out there? Wait—not 'like' Azrael.
Worst.
